The first week at work has gone well - I'm sort of tentative about such statements, but in the sense that I've learned stuff, enjoyed my job and felt somewhat positive, its a success. Today started bright and early - messed around and listened to the radio, then went out. Have had vague plans to visit a small used book store for a few weeks. It's been there for years of course, but somehow I never made it. A brief visit yielded a treasure (for me) and a (hopefully apposite) gift for someone else. I need to spend a day or two in there however. Wandered in the sunshine for awhile, but ended up a little bored and frustrated, despite an important and encouraging phonecall. Lately things have oscillated oddly between positive/negative in strange ways - I won't even mention last weekends electrocution, which the daylog skipped in disbelief. Anyway, today I lost socks which blew away in the wind as I tried to dry them. Does this qualify me for some good stuff? Does the fact a neighbour later returned them disqualify me? As a diversion, and because I think its rather splendid, here is a poem by someone important to me.
Half way through the bank holiday shortened first week at my new job. Its been a bewildering couple of days, partly because the tail-end of the stupid cold I've had is making me feel fuzzy and disconnected - not ideal conditions for appearing efficient and attentive. It's also made me rather subdued and quiet, which hasn't helped with socialising myself into the team. Today however, the fug cleared enough for me to realise I've picked up quite a bit of the basics, and to make a couple of 'friends'. I'm enjoying going to work for the first time in a very long time. Flexible working hours help too, meaning I can start early and use the precious first few hours, when I'm at my most lucid. Otherwise, its been a worrying and difficult week in some ways, and the diversion of the new job has been more than welcome.
Its been a strange and long weekend. Roughly every second Easter seems to be like this, so I suppose it could be worse. The vague threat of illness which hung in the air at the end of the week became a stupid, snivelly cold which won't leave. I'm trying hard not to let coverage of the Royal Family and their (mis)fortunes get to me, because I suppose I'd appear somewhat churlish. Mostly, I'm nervous and uncertain about my new job, and about events in my world. Practically rewrote gdaylog this weekend, also added absurd and pointless features to the script which I use to get stats from the bandwidth logs of my Demon account, and (much to the derision of the locals) I spent quite serious amounts of time on learning Quenya. After all, I've been reading Tolkien for 19 years (eek!) and pretty much skipping the poems, so now it must surely be time? If only I wasn't so obsessive about these things...
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
