Cathartic Babble
on Blog From Beyond (Rwanda), 22/Dec/2009 15:18, 34 days ago
I thought I'd start typing and see where this goes :) In Rwanda I used to wait until something exciting happened; something 'event worthy' - you may have noticed in recent months my post count has dropped a little.I think this is largely because many of my posts used to be about where I'd been drinking, and with whom. As I don't tend to go out much any more, there's not a lot left to write about ;)Now I just sit home and eat. I eat LOTS. I am fast becoming big. The 'eat less, move more' diet worked well for the first few weeks. I was on the cross-trainer for an hour three times a week. Then I stopped, started on the chocolates and festive dinners and now I am a balloon.One thing I've noticed about weight. It's easier to stay trim once you are trim. The moment the weight starts to pile on it's a fast downward spiral. I look back at myleaving picturesand mourn.However, work is keeping me on my feet. I'm still loving my job withDeafconnect. We've just moved from Pitsford to an office in the centre of Northampton. Monday - Wednesday this week I'm unpacking and there's tons to unpack and lots of old stuff to be thrown away. I really love the drive into work at the moment, itsnowedheavily the other day and it's been so cold that all the snow is still on the fields. It's truly beautiful and makes up for having to climb out of bed early, in the dark, and shiver my way to the bathroom.It was Winter Solstice yesterday but unlikeSamhainit passed remarkably unrecognised except for an e-card from dad (a very pretty one I must add :) ) - I'm not feeling in the least bit festive despite the tree being decorated and the winter wonderland outside.Life is sedately uneventful at present. Nothing much in the pipeline either, except joining Cathryn in London for New Year (the second New Year of this year, after Samhain). About the biggest event this past week has been the realisation that our new Postie is slightly hot. He wears shorts to show off his impressive tattoos. Nice.Anyway. The boredom of it all has spurred me into a new age of job applications. The wickedJob Centrehas invited me for a Back to Work workshop, even though I'm already back to work. They have re-scheduled my 30th December workshop for 12th January. Because they're numskulls.The workshop starts at 10am and lasts for one hour. I have to sign on at 10:20. If I can eke out my signing on tête-à-tête perhaps I'll manage to miss the majority of the session ;) They've undoubtedly done it so they don't have to pay me additional travel costs, but still it's rather amusing - perhaps they should employ an administrator to tell their arse what their elbow's doing.Rolling on from that, VSO paid for an hour's professional telephone careers session on Saturday - it was pretty good and inspired me to make more applications. I definitely need to get somewhere warmer. I'm totally sick of staring at my CV though. Every single person you talk to has a different opinion on what it should look like and everyone tells you it's crap.I downloaded a CV template on someone's advice and was really happy with that, then someone tells me never to use a template and that my old one (which everyone said was crap) was better than the new one which everyone said is good...it's all confusing and I hate it. Employ me already!Mah. What you gonna do?And the answer to that is NOT console yourself with chocolate. I. Must. Stop. Eating. There's just food everywhere! It's like that scene inCharlie and the Chocolate Factorywhere they enter the room where everything is edible. Glutton fest! I used to last whole days on one meal. Now if I go more than a couple of hours without food my tummy rumbles ;o/I'm curious about 2010. I'm terribly numerically superstitious. But I'm never sure whether to judge a year by the date or my age. I'm one year younger than the decade (born '81) and start around the same time (February). 2009 should have sucked as a concept, but I was 28 - which is a great number and the year did for me exactly what the numbers would suggest (if you're not into numerology please just skip to the end). This year is another distinctly dubious number: 10 (which isn't actually a number) and I'm 29 - which should be a sucky occurrence (30 is much better; to be 30 in 21 should be an impressive year). So yes. If any year is going to give me the heebies, it's the one coming.But then, all I have to remember is 'I'm not Christian'. So really, the number of years AD we are really shouldn't bother me, should it? ;) But it does. Wonder where that ranks on the autism scale.*twiddles thumbs*This is what happens when you spend too long indoors, sober.Drastic measures are required.