For the Hardcore Readers...
...I've decided to create a new blog. Don't get too excited just yet, as I can't guarantee I'll update it regularly. Here's the URL:
http://dunc1981.blogspot.com
Just click on it to open up a whole new world of fun!
...and an assortment of other stories.
...I've decided to create a new blog. Don't get too excited just yet, as I can't guarantee I'll update it regularly. Here's the URL:
Seeing as it's the end of another year, it's time to conclude this blog. "Why?" you might ask, and my answer is that I'm just not satisfied anymore. What once were huge sacks of fanmail have now been reduced to the occasional bank statement or junk mail from a credit card company. My hit counter's not ticking over as much as I'd like, and I get the feeling the general public have simply lost interest in my self-indulgent rants. Actually, the real truth is that now the year's almost out, it makes sense to move on, and so there are plans in the pipeline for a new look blog, sometime in the new year. If this goes ahead, the new blog will be far less self-analytical and will take a more philosophical approach, i.e. will contain more reviews, social commentary etc. If I continued in the same self-analytical vein, it could get very dull indeed (I mean, you don't really want to hear about work, shopping in Somerfield etc, do you?).
Ahh, good to be off work again. I'm off until Wednesday, then have the Monday and Tuesday after New Year off. It's not that I hate the job, it's just that all that commuting has drained me a bit. Commuting 3 hours daily not only eats into my leisure time, but also makes me feel tired when I do have the time to do other stuff. Despite saying that, the train journey is much better, and more relaxing than the bus. And yes, taking the train does take just as long as the bus journey; although it's only 30 mins, the walking I have to do at each end takes overall journey time one way to 1 hr 30 mins. I don't mind the walking so much, as it forces me to get some much-needed exercise.
I've recently found out that the landlord is taking on another tenant. His office is (or was) in one of the large front rooms in the flat, but now he's moving it elsewhere. That room will now become the lounge, and the current lounge an extra bedroom. A girl will be moving in, sometime in the new year. It should be good to have some variety, as opposed to all guys in the flat. The only problem is that there will now be 5 in the flat (including me). Although the girl will get the en suite, I'll still have to share a bathroom with 3 others (and a kitchen with 4 others). This situation is potentially claustrophobic, but I think having a large lounge and cleaner come in on a weekly basis will keep it bearable. If it wasn't for these factors, I'd probably be moving out pronto.
Seeing as it's the weekend I'll treat you to a recap on the prevailing week. It's been a long week, and quite stressful. Although I haven't yet been stuck into the development work at Mosaic, I've had to adjust to the early mornings and long commute. The first couple of days were very tough when it came to getting out of bed, but gradually I got used to it. On Sunday night I had no sleep, but the rest of the week, I got 6-8 hours per night, which was fine. However, what's been quite concerning is just how much my mood has been fluctuating. I don't mean mood swings during the day, but I mean from one extreme to the other on alternating days. To take an example, I felt fantastic on Thursday; so positive about the job, and everything else. Yesterday, I felt drained and couldn't really think straight. I was quite depressed. The differences in how I felt in the space of a day were just plain ridiculous. It was like the symptoms of bipolar disorder. However, not one to moan about such things, I've been through all this stuff before (a few times), and I'm sure it's simply down to the body having to readjust to a new routine, and hence not knowing whether it's coming or going half the time. On bad days, I've been thinking: "I can't do this... sitting in front of a screen all day, in an office, typing symbols on a keyboard... I'm such a geek... uuugghh... I can't concentrate at all...". On good days it's been like: "I'm in a good job, where I've developing systems which are useful in people's lives. I'm getting paid well, I do regular hours and get to use my creative side, problem-solving ability, and analysing ability. There are great career prospects. I've got free reign over what I work on, and I'm not in a call centre". That was just to demonstrate how my perception has changed from day to day. I prefer the second one! I know everyone has good days and bad days, but mine have been extreme to the point of being scary. However, I know that once I'm adjusted to the routine, my body and mind will stabilise and reach a state of equilibrium.
The "Far East" in question is East Kilbride (actually it's more like South-South-East), where I'm currently working. The new job seems good so far - it makes a change not to be sitting with a headset on all day, asking for customers dates of birth, mothers maiden name etc, and subsequently having to listen to complaint after complaint, in a fast-paced call-centre environment. I'm afraid I'll have to limit what I say about the job, as my colleagues "stumbled upon" this blog a few days ago, from an incident involving Google and my name. I don't want to say anything here I'll end up regretting in future.
I'm still nocturnal at the moment - didn't get to bed until about 5am and up until 1.40pm. Again, I've been doing very little. I've fixed my curtain (one of the "things" came undone - don't know what they're called), and I've gone to the O2 shop to enquire about my GPRS setting for my phone. Another thing I did was go by the Stevenson Building (Glasgow Uni), to enquire about graduate gym memberships. It turns out that it's £330 annual (or £27.50 monthly) for a full access membership. I'm not sure if I want a membership though as I'd mainly just be using it for the pool, and perhaps the treadmills/cross-trainers. I'm not sure if I'd want to use all the facilities. I'll wait and see how I feel about it in a couple of weeks.