'This store will close at 4pm today for stocktaking'
“Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know… Higher now than ever before, I know we can make it if we take it slow” – When you were young, The Killers
I’ve had lots to say but not that much time to say it in the past three months… but instead of trying to tell all the funny/sad/boring/ridiculous stories, I thought I’d rather do some kind of stock take. This will (hopefully), at the very least, be kind of interesting and (here’s hoping) it’ll give me a kick in the ass to do/start certain things.
A good few people have been sadly disappointed when they’ve checked this blog every few days (wishful thinking, more like weeks), hoping that something besides Keeley Hazell is on the screen. Oops. And she’s not even the girl who was supposed to be there (as the ‘almost a perfect 10 girl’)… Long story that…
Work. The inevitable conversation-starter. ‘How’s work?’ has got to be one of the most overused openers ever. Its followed, of course, by the predictable ‘Fine’. Which really doesn’t mean all that much. Or anything at all. But yeah, work is fine. ‘Challenging yet comfortably routine’ is perhaps the best description of it (I feel like I’m putting a house for sale ad together).
I’m getting to write a bit more nowadays (which may explain why this post is in slightly better English than even I’m used to). Work’s not quite the be-all and end-all though, and I guess anyone who’s starting out spends quite a while trying to almost divorce yourself from work so that weekends are weekends and weeknights can be spent watching whatever crap is on DStv (or partying, depending on the day).
I know I bitched and moaned about the almost routine weekends I had been having. Festival may have changed that, or simply writing about my frustration may have changed that… and I can confidently say that weekends are no longer boring.
I’m trying to catch up on reading. I have about six or seven unopened books which is a problem, because I’ve got at least another three on my Kalahari.net wishlist.
I still haven’t started Gumede’s book on Thabo Mbeki and the ANC (I got that for Christmas, and as I sit on my bed typing this – I can’t see the book in my pile… shite), I scored the follow-up to Beckham’s autobiography (something about him going to Spain) for less than R40… I’ve lent Liar’s Poker from someone at work (its supposed to be brilliant), I got the Anthony Kiedis autobiog for my birthday this past weekend and I’m trying to finish something called ‘The Game’ - the less said about that book, the better :)
Random thought: which reminds me, the Gumede book might be in a box in my cupboard.
The reading doesn’t quite always take first priority because of a fairly sizeable collection of South Park episodes, movies and other DVDs (oh yes, and DStv).
***
El and my (uhum, we’ll call it ‘long-awaited’) t-shirt company is finally taking its first few steps in getting off the ground (how many more bad clichés can you get in a sentence?). We’ve got quotes from a few places (yip we can be all business-like) and we spent a random Friday night a while back creating some sort of catalogue in Excel of all our designs… It came to well over 100 (I’m too lazy to check now), of which around 20 are ready to be made tomorrow… But not quite. We’ll get there… someday soon.
If all goes according to plan, I should be the satisfied new owner of one of these by next month :) (this is one of my missions at the mo)
***
No news on the girl front (but if there was it probably wouldn’t have been a secret anyway). This (you’re thinking to yourself) is probably good news, judging by some past experiences. Stumbled across one or two interesting girls on various nights out, but on some of those occasions there’s been this moment of realization where I’ve thought something along the lines of: ‘what a second, this chick is random/doff/(insert cynical description here), why the hell have I just spent the last 5/10/30/45 minutes talking to her?’
***
I was driving home one night last week (after a slightly hectic night out) – I think it may have been a Tuesday? – and found myself thinking that I really love living here. I enjoy the people I work with, I enjoy what I’m doing (its pretty much a dream job, for now anyway – if there ever was such a thing), I enjoy partying when I party, at this point in my life, I just enjoy being.
Pretty hectic that.
The few moments were kind of like this:
(Driving on the M1, around 1 in the morning, in some weirdly philosophical mood) Where am I in my life right now? > quickly weigh up different options in my head > result, mmm… I think I’m happy > actually, I’m really happy > content. A much better word… (thinking, thinking, change lane, thinking)…. Mmm > FUCK! What’s just happened to me? This is bizarre… It feels like I’m in some deep, meaningful drama… Fuck. (that was the extent of the freakout)
And it has (in way) been bugging me over the past few days. But hey, I doubt I’ll be content for the next month, hell, even the next few days. Bloody weird, nonetheless...
***
Stuff I’ve been listening to over the past few weeks:
Tracks
Why you wanna – TI
Ridin – Chamillionaire (www dot C.-H.-A.-Millionaire dot com… that kills me every time I hear the start of the track)
When you were young - The Killers
Rooftops - Lost Prophets
You gonna want me - Tiga
In the air tonight – Nonpoint (Hardish rock + Phil Collins – it works, strangely)
Kick push – Lupe Fiasco
Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft Timbaland (its got Timbaland in it, dammit)
Albums:
Hot fuss – The Killers
Stadium Arcadium – RHCP (yes, STILL on disc one, haven’t even got to the second cd)
A fever you can’t sweat out - Panic! At the Disco
(I own all three (actual) albums – a record company’s wet dream… ‘Kids, now piracy’s bad. Mmkay?’)
And I listened to a scary amount of Phil Collins now the other night… can’t believe I just admitted to that…
***
Did I mention that I sat and wrote this post on a MacBook Pro :) What a sweet deal… It’s the company’s but what the hell, I get to use it…
Oh yes, and I’ve started the great mission to get fit once again (complete with a morning jog, pressups, and (soon…) back to swimming).
Also get to take off a weekend at the end of the month and spend some time drinking (chilling) or should that be the other way round? in Gtown…
(And so ends the longest blog post ever. On this blog anyway. Fucking hell, over 1100 words, shite…)
***
And I will try and blog more often (I can sense your skepticism, but then again, I’d doubt myself too if I kept promising myself that I’ll blog – you know what I mean…)
“They say the devil’s water, it ain’t so sweet… you don’t have to drink right now… but you can dip your feet, every once in a… little while…”
I’ve had lots to say but not that much time to say it in the past three months… but instead of trying to tell all the funny/sad/boring/ridiculous stories, I thought I’d rather do some kind of stock take. This will (hopefully), at the very least, be kind of interesting and (here’s hoping) it’ll give me a kick in the ass to do/start certain things.
A good few people have been sadly disappointed when they’ve checked this blog every few days (wishful thinking, more like weeks), hoping that something besides Keeley Hazell is on the screen. Oops. And she’s not even the girl who was supposed to be there (as the ‘almost a perfect 10 girl’)… Long story that…
Work. The inevitable conversation-starter. ‘How’s work?’ has got to be one of the most overused openers ever. Its followed, of course, by the predictable ‘Fine’. Which really doesn’t mean all that much. Or anything at all. But yeah, work is fine. ‘Challenging yet comfortably routine’ is perhaps the best description of it (I feel like I’m putting a house for sale ad together).
I’m getting to write a bit more nowadays (which may explain why this post is in slightly better English than even I’m used to). Work’s not quite the be-all and end-all though, and I guess anyone who’s starting out spends quite a while trying to almost divorce yourself from work so that weekends are weekends and weeknights can be spent watching whatever crap is on DStv (or partying, depending on the day).
I know I bitched and moaned about the almost routine weekends I had been having. Festival may have changed that, or simply writing about my frustration may have changed that… and I can confidently say that weekends are no longer boring.
I’m trying to catch up on reading. I have about six or seven unopened books which is a problem, because I’ve got at least another three on my Kalahari.net wishlist.
I still haven’t started Gumede’s book on Thabo Mbeki and the ANC (I got that for Christmas, and as I sit on my bed typing this – I can’t see the book in my pile… shite), I scored the follow-up to Beckham’s autobiography (something about him going to Spain) for less than R40… I’ve lent Liar’s Poker from someone at work (its supposed to be brilliant), I got the Anthony Kiedis autobiog for my birthday this past weekend and I’m trying to finish something called ‘The Game’ - the less said about that book, the better :)
Random thought: which reminds me, the Gumede book might be in a box in my cupboard.
The reading doesn’t quite always take first priority because of a fairly sizeable collection of South Park episodes, movies and other DVDs (oh yes, and DStv).
***
El and my (uhum, we’ll call it ‘long-awaited’) t-shirt company is finally taking its first few steps in getting off the ground (how many more bad clichés can you get in a sentence?). We’ve got quotes from a few places (yip we can be all business-like) and we spent a random Friday night a while back creating some sort of catalogue in Excel of all our designs… It came to well over 100 (I’m too lazy to check now), of which around 20 are ready to be made tomorrow… But not quite. We’ll get there… someday soon.
If all goes according to plan, I should be the satisfied new owner of one of these by next month :) (this is one of my missions at the mo)
***
No news on the girl front (but if there was it probably wouldn’t have been a secret anyway). This (you’re thinking to yourself) is probably good news, judging by some past experiences. Stumbled across one or two interesting girls on various nights out, but on some of those occasions there’s been this moment of realization where I’ve thought something along the lines of: ‘what a second, this chick is random/doff/(insert cynical description here), why the hell have I just spent the last 5/10/30/45 minutes talking to her?’
***
I was driving home one night last week (after a slightly hectic night out) – I think it may have been a Tuesday? – and found myself thinking that I really love living here. I enjoy the people I work with, I enjoy what I’m doing (its pretty much a dream job, for now anyway – if there ever was such a thing), I enjoy partying when I party, at this point in my life, I just enjoy being.
Pretty hectic that.
The few moments were kind of like this:
(Driving on the M1, around 1 in the morning, in some weirdly philosophical mood) Where am I in my life right now? > quickly weigh up different options in my head > result, mmm… I think I’m happy > actually, I’m really happy > content. A much better word… (thinking, thinking, change lane, thinking)…. Mmm > FUCK! What’s just happened to me? This is bizarre… It feels like I’m in some deep, meaningful drama… Fuck. (that was the extent of the freakout)
And it has (in way) been bugging me over the past few days. But hey, I doubt I’ll be content for the next month, hell, even the next few days. Bloody weird, nonetheless...
***
Stuff I’ve been listening to over the past few weeks:
Tracks
Why you wanna – TI
Ridin – Chamillionaire (www dot C.-H.-A.-Millionaire dot com… that kills me every time I hear the start of the track)
When you were young - The Killers
Rooftops - Lost Prophets
You gonna want me - Tiga
In the air tonight – Nonpoint (Hardish rock + Phil Collins – it works, strangely)
Kick push – Lupe Fiasco
Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft Timbaland (its got Timbaland in it, dammit)
Albums:
Hot fuss – The Killers
Stadium Arcadium – RHCP (yes, STILL on disc one, haven’t even got to the second cd)
A fever you can’t sweat out - Panic! At the Disco
(I own all three (actual) albums – a record company’s wet dream… ‘Kids, now piracy’s bad. Mmkay?’)
And I listened to a scary amount of Phil Collins now the other night… can’t believe I just admitted to that…
***
Did I mention that I sat and wrote this post on a MacBook Pro :) What a sweet deal… It’s the company’s but what the hell, I get to use it…
Oh yes, and I’ve started the great mission to get fit once again (complete with a morning jog, pressups, and (soon…) back to swimming).
Also get to take off a weekend at the end of the month and spend some time drinking (chilling) or should that be the other way round? in Gtown…
(And so ends the longest blog post ever. On this blog anyway. Fucking hell, over 1100 words, shite…)
***
And I will try and blog more often (I can sense your skepticism, but then again, I’d doubt myself too if I kept promising myself that I’ll blog – you know what I mean…)
“They say the devil’s water, it ain’t so sweet… you don’t have to drink right now… but you can dip your feet, every once in a… little while…”
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