Online Diary: August 2000
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This should be interesting - no entries for some time and to be honest ther'e not much to say about the interim. Lots of things have changed and lots haven't. I still feel
like I'm in the same place I was six months ago but then again I'm not. Confused? You should try it from where I'm standing.
So what happened that was so radical this weekend to get me to write a diary entry again? Well there's been plenty of times when I've felt like doing one recently but
I just couln't build up the enthusiasm to put the thoughts down on paper. And now? Well I guess I'm thinking that typing this stuff out may help me to get it sorted in my
head.
It's been a mad couple fo weeks - particuarly at work, things just haven't stopped and we're not talking just a little busy we're talking stupidly, cannot possibly do
it all busy. The last two weeks I've put in a good half a day at the office on Sunday - yeah that bad. It's not necessarily the extra hours or the fact we're busy that I have a
problem with it's the boxes that people are putting up with just "I'm not gonna do that" attitude ... okay it's debatabale whether it's their job or not, but it certainly isn't mine. I
sometimes wonder if I care too much for that place and whether it's a good or bad thing. Strange I had always seen it as an asset but now I guess I feel a bit used and
abused by the whole thing.
Things on the personal front aren't exactly 100% either - but I guess that's gonna be resolved one way or the other soon but that's not really up for discussion here - see
I don't put everything online, he he.
The weekend was supposed to have been quiet and then me and Ben won guestlist tickets to see A1 at GAY... well it would have been rude to say no wouldn't it?
*grin* Let's just say the arrangements for the evening didn't go quite as planned - major gooseberry type thing. Anyhow the good news is that I let my hair down (having
had it lopped off earlier in the day) and just got very, very wrecked. Probably nearly an all time record for me. God it was fun. And there wasn't any permanent damage
done, well yet anyhow.
And so I'm sat here at 10.52pm now with a warm bath running wondering what the next couple of weeks are gonna shape out into. By the time this diary goes online
on the new site it's all fairly academic but it will be interesting to see. Once more into the breach my friends...
Lyrics of the moment:
Saturday 26th August, 12:30am
Am I mad? It's an interesting point to ponder. Are the people I know mad? Is one of us mad but the other fails to notice? Are we sane and the rest of the
world insane? Can you tell I've had one of those days?
I guess it's been a bad week since my last diary entry. Managed to acquire a whiteboard at work to record the work I have in progress, it makes depressive
reading. I also seem to have missed my vocation in life as obviously I'm wasting my skills as a wannabe Internet Consultant because my skills using a computer are
far better employed as a copytypist apparently. Nice to see all those years at college and University really paid of, eh? My love life? Well your guess is as good
as mine at the moment. I think *technically* I have one, shame no one seems to have told the other person about that isn't it?
I mean what is wrong with people saying something and then doing it? Am I being completely outrageous in thinking this? As one of my bosses once said
apparently I have high standards so am destined always to be disappointed. She was such a nice lady, shame she didn't have the same high standards when it
came to management. Did I mention I can be bitchy?
And it's not just that but also people seem to be confusing me at the moment. Don't know about a "Kick Me" sign, can anyone check I haven't got a "Confuse
Me" sign on my back instead? Just really people saying one thing and doing the complete opposite. It's a mixture both from work and my friends. And it's really
giving me a head f**k which I could do without. Is it too much to ask straight boys to be straight? Or gay boys to be gay? Or couples to be couples? Or mad
people to be mad?
Lyrics of the moment:
Saturday 26th August, 10:53pm
Ahh how depressing can I be? Sod it, if you want fluffy diary entries check out the first one's I wrote. *grin*
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