Simple pleasures

Ah a beautiful afternoon so far. An episode of Midsummer Murders with a pot of tea and a slice of carrot cake, a chicken is roasting in the oven with the smell wafting through the house, it's raining outside so theres no nagging doubts I could be doing anything else and I have plans for this evening and friends coming down from afar tomorrow to look forward to. Am feeling very lucky and happy.

East meets West

Now is a very transitional time for me so I feel like my blog will reflect this. Usually my head will be full of stuff like when is the new ... album out, who's about this weekend and which pub do I fancy going to. But right now it seems that I am unable to concentrate on anything except arranging our move to Exeter. This has perhaps been spurred on by the fact that my employers have decided to completely mess things up for me at work.

I think that means I am ready to go. Norwich has been a really cool place to live and I will miss it when I leave especially my friends and family but my time is up. I am seeing things with the misty eyes of someone who will not experience them anymore like the blossom which fills the wide avenues around the city, the majestic silhouette of the cathedral when lit by night and the gurning, stooped locals who hang around the market early in the morning when I am on my way to work.

But Devon, what a place to move to. I should imagine I will feel very lucky to liv e there. I keep seeing things on tv and getting really excited, wondering whether I will be taking in those views soon. A lot of people tend to choose their moves based on the course they wish to study or a job they need to take and end up in some very uninspiring places of the UK but not me. Call me placeist but I never wish to live somewhere you can't easily place on a map like Leicester, where the hell is that? It seems to always be further north than I'd place it. I love the extreme of going from the extreme east of England to the extreme west and I could never live somewhere wasn't near the sea.

I've just realised that what was meant to be a few passing thoughts has turned into another wistful epic. Apologies to anyone reading my blog. My boyfriend looks like he has passed out on the bed in sheer boredom waiting for me to finish this and I need to get an early night as I start at six tomorrow. It will also be my last day of overtime at Norwich Union ever, hurrah! Screw the bastards! Yay!

Choices, people and places.

Why do we make the choices we make? I am 25 and for the past six years I have been working at an odious corporation for bad pay with boring people who I generally pity and despise. Why?

Fear most probably, fear of having no money in my pocket, fear of working with people who I pity and despise but don't know, fear of being crap and having to start at the bottom again. It's stupid, I have wasted six years of my life.

The scary thing is that through this dreadful choice I have made, I have met some people at work who I wouldn't want my life to be without, the good ones who make you feel like you don't mind dragging your carcass out of bed to see in the morning.

Through not going away to uni and staying in Norwich my boyfriend made some truly incredible friends who I am humbled to know and love (you know who you are).

I have also re-met a friend from school who is very special to me by bumping into her in tesco metro. If I had followed my original plans and gone to live in France or stopped being such a stubborn brat and gone to uni like my parents wanted, I wouldn't know these people - how weird.

So I have waded through corporate crap for the past six years and I am nearing the end jaded, bitter and hateful with a worse bank account that when I was at sixth form but ultimately happy with my choices, bitter-sweet but grateful.

Can you blog in prison?

I am going to kill my neighbours. They're twats, they have drums, they are students, they're twats, one of them drives a Landrover but lives in a bulit up area. One of them is drumming now, I wish I could inflict pain through a concrete wall just by thinking about it.

I work all day surrounded by idiots and then I come home and listen to idiots. The drumming is mounting into a crescendo as my fury increases, maybe he'll spontaneously combust because he's drumming too hard. If I heard him cry for help would I bother 'phoning an ambulance? Does that make me a bad person?

All I can wish is that he gets a mediocre degree and then has to end up working for Norwich Union, that'll learn him.

Ah peace and quite, well almost 6 music has decided to feature a drum solo just as he finished. Are they spying on me? I just read the words P J Harvey and as it by magic she appeared on the radio. Spooky.

Questions of the day... Is the new Doves album worth buying? Will my copy of Bwyd Time by Gorkys Zygotic Mynci, that I have ordered from HMV, still sound as good as it did when I was 15? What the hell is going on in the world? ( it seems everytime I have a bad time at work then I begin to ignore the news, just being self-centered I guess). Will I ever find a day that all three of my sisters have free so we can get together before I leave Norfolk? When will new Beth Orton album be out?

I'm off to play quizzes x

Only boring people get bored

So my first blog entry, I'm not bored, most definitely not bored. But I have got a rare day off to spend on my own, usually my days off work are spent heading to the North Norfolk coast for a pint and a walk so I feel like I should be doing something better with my time.

So what have I been up to on my day off, well I read the Subtle Knife for a couple of hours (I know its a children's book and this is one of my pet hates. Adults reading children's books, especially in public places like on the bus. It's as if by displaying your copy of Harry Potter to the world you're either saying look at me I work in an office and I'm actually reading a book so that everybody knows you have the mental age of a nine year old or perhaps you're hiding a copy of Crime & Punishment behind it for fear of being linched as someone with a bit of intellect, this I'm sure is a necessity in some less middle class areas of Britain). Anyway the His Dark Materials trilogy - bloody brilliant. My boyfriend read me a chapter aloud and now I'm hooked.

I have also been watching DVDs and playing quizzes on www.funtrivia.com highly addictive stuff, theres a league and everything. It was quite a difficult job tearing myself away but I got a bad score on British History so I had a small tantrum and gave up.

As for the rest of the day, we'll see but I will not be bored maybe I'll go for a little walk around the Norwich suburbs or to a park. I work for a well known local pensions company so a day off is priceless. This company is the most hideous, soul destroying and bile inducing way to spend the hours between 9am and 5pm that you couldn't imagine if you tried. I am being royally screwed around at present and I'm close to getting signed off work for stress so perhaps soon all my days can be spend like this - heaven.