Sweet Indiscreet

It’s done.

I can release the breath I’ve been holding, let my belly flop over my trousers and let rip.

Not like that.

I can relax. The dreaded first day back at work is over and done with, and it re-affirmed everything I thought about my job; I love it.

I don’t actually love the technicalities of the job; it’s quite mundane and boring, and incredibly repetitive. But I love the company and the people. When I went for an interview with a multi-billion dollar company that are constantly acquiring new companies, I didn’t expect it to be a “people’s” company. You know, the opposite big soulless corporations with no social life whatsoever. That’s how I expected it to be! I expected to go in every day, wearing a suit, hating my boss and sitting quietly in my cubicle without talking to anyone.

I most certainly didn’t expect to receive ties & sticky stuff remover in my secret santa pressie, two pay rises in 6 months, a reduction in hours & increase in holiday days. I didn’t expect to spend my breaks sitting in the canteen, catching up on the latest gossip, or getting the gossip sent to me from the US of frickin’ A.

The only bad thing about the company is; there is a chance I might not work in it for long. I need to remember that whereas there is a 95% chance that we will be made permanent, there is that 5% chance that we will be chucked out in the cold. I might fall in love with the company, but the company might not fall in love with me.

How’s your job? Are you doing something menial yet loving it due to the possibilities & people, or are you in a dead-end job but doing something you love? What’s happening?

At 21 years old (shut up! A girl can dream!), most people have a vibrant social life, and the most fun they can dream of doing on a Saturday night is going to a cool club, drink some cool drinks and mingle with cool people.

Me and the ball & chain ain’t like that.

Our Saturday nights are even more riveting. We are the hub of all things fun and exciting, and people should really learn from us!

There he was, sitting on the sofa with this laptop in his lap, researching 7 expensive things people can buy.

And there I was, with a ball of yarn at my feet and blunt needles in my hand, feet comfortably tucked in my slippers with a blankie around me. Oh yes, talk about party central!

I don’t care though; 5 weeks of hard work has concluded in this;

Which is one bad-ass jumper. Woop Woop!

For someone who doesn’t really take time off work, I sure adapted well. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the last few weeks with lazy days & nothing to do.. It’s been fantastic to trot about the house aimlessly and not having to care about how I look (yes, I’m that comfortable with the boyfriend of 6 months [yes, it's only been 6 months]. Waking up early to put my face on? Screw that. Smell my morning breath, beeyotch!), and not really caring about what day it is (although it would be nice to remember which day the binmen come. We create a lot of rubbish. A.LOT!).

So it’s not a surprise that I’m dreading going back to work. Just a bit. It’s the fact that this “morning” I woke up at 11am. And tomorrow I’m going to have to be out of the house by 7am. And I’m actually going to be responsible for feeding myself. There won’t be all those takeaway places out there to satisfy my every need at a minute’s notice. I’ll actually have to make my lunch the night before, or struggle hunger throughout the day (as a trip down to the burger van is out of the question, thanks to this new “healthy eating” thing..).

I’m yet again supposed to pick out clothes that go together, outfits if you may. No more lounging around in my underwear/jimmers.

But most importantly, it’s the thing I hate about going on holiday; if you go away for a week, you’ve got to do all that work in a day. And this means that our end of month billing, and ad hoc billing that generally gets done at the end of the month will be done tomorrow. So we will be glued to that printer all day long. It’s going to be stressful, and I will be pulling my hair out by the end of it all. It’s going to be ri-donkulous!

Did I mention that I quit smoking? And stopped eating crap? So not only is my body demanding nicotine, it’s also screaming for some sugar (in the form of chocolate preferably), which leads into me being incredibly cranky and already stressed out to the max.

Poor coworkers, they’ve got such a fun ride ahead of them!

In the end, I am kind of glad to get that bit of routine back in my life; I’ll have a purpose again, and I actually have a reason to get up in the morning. And in a grand scheme of things, at least I have a job to get up for. Not everybody is as lucky!

So… Onwards and upwards. Hopefully I’ll be able to put more time aside to keep blogging on; the quality of my writing is absolutely rubbish, and I’m not exactly the most reliable of posters. But 2012 is a new year, and new year is a great chance to pretend things are going to change!

With this post, I’m going to jump on the Hunger Games bandwagon. You know the one, where all the bloggers in the world have united in  praising this series for how amazing it is and how they cannot wait for the film to come out.

Well, a bit like that, but not quite.

First of all, a bit of a disclaimer; I do like the hunger games. I can’t diss it; I’ve enjoyed the books and spend quite a bit of time with my nose buried deep in the pages, hoovering up each word with gumption.

But…

I’m annoyed. Very, VERY annoyed!

Some people have praised the originality of the series, how it is so completely different from anything else ever written and what a genius the writer is!

NEWSFLASH!!!

It’s a rip-off.

A complete rip-off.

Watch Battle Royale and I dare you to disagree! I dare you to watch the film from start to finish and not see any of the similarities between the two. I mean, you can read the book after watching Battle Royale and you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen next and what the basic idea is.

You can also predict the 2nd book.

Oh, and the 3rd book.

You know the deal. And I’m so incredibly annoyed with myself. Why myself? Well, knowing that the whole series is a copy of a series of films done years before, I really should not like the books. I really should not sit there for hours, biting my nails, eager to read on.

Please tell me that I’m not all by my lonesome in this!