Wow, innit
It’s been quite a week. I’ll start with Monday.
Monday I was due to head up to Skipton, the place where dreams go to die. I got outside my house to find that not only had I left my fags in my room, but also my keys. In anger, I hit the window, which unexpectedly smashed into pieces. This was pretty annoying, not only had I damaged my house, but also because despite my closed fist punching I had no visible scars to show how cool I was.
I make light of it now, but it was probably the most stressful time I’ve had since moving in. It’s still not fixed, though I was assured it’d be done by the weekend. We’ll see, I guess. I got to work at around 10am, by which point my every-minute calls to the landlord had yet to be answered. I left work at 1, to arrive at Skipton at ten past 6.
Met colleagues at reception – Ted from Cambridge, Kit from Bournemouth and Sam from Lincoln. All seem like nice people, though not really friend types. Unpacked and met up for a delicious dinner of Duck and chips at half eight, where Lynne (Sutton Coldfield) also joined us. I think I got on with Lynne the most out of the lot.
The course, in short, was boring. I spent three days and three nights in this shithole – the hotel was lovely, however. Skipton had provided me with a superb double room, with included breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I took full advantage of this. The course, as expected, was filled with buzzwords and mottos and ethoses and working practises that I already know about, and didn’t shirk my responsibilities as the “sarcastic bastard” by making these feelings very well known. On the positive side, I think that the people I met were pretty alright, even friend material. I guess with all of us on opposite sides of the country it ain’t gon’ be easy. Whatever.
Got home yesterday at around half seven to find that my window was still boarded up and that my housemates were out at a barbecue at my old house. I was feeling pretty low at this point and so when I stupidly answered Daniel’s call and agreed to attend my mood was pretty foul. Stayed there for around half an hour before walking home unannounced.
Sam came round last night, and we went to bed more or less immediately (due to tiredness, you understand). Woken up this morning by a rustling in an open crisp packet. Took the crisps outside but have as yet found no evidence of a animals. Such animals may still be rustling around in my bin. I look forward to this forthcoming discover with much anticipation.
posted by Cos Ryan @ 5:54 PM
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