Not an interesting one - it's five years today that I have been an employee of my current company. (Note: I can remember the name of my company, but if it's mentioned on a web page, it gets picked up by google analytics or some shite and a report gets sent to loads of important people at the company and they then check out the website it's mentioned on... not good, as I'm sure you'd agree).
Anyway - five years today I started here... aah, the memories. That was a scream by the way, not a sigh.
It's been... work. That's about it. It's a job. It's not a vocation, or a passion, but it pays OK and I'm rather good at it. The jobs I'd like to do, those that would be a passion and get me out of bed with a smile on my face and spring in my step and a lump in my shorts don't pay enough to keep me and my loved ones in the style to which they are acustomed so I do this job even though it bores the man-tits off me. What a sacrifice, eh?
My career here got off to a flyer. I started on a Tuesday, and on the next day (that'll be a Wednesday for the slow of thinking) the company had an evening 'do' at Windsor Races. (For those who don't know, or are American, there is a horsey racing track in Windsor that shows horses running about the place).
Anyway, eager to impress and be 'part of the team' I went along. We left after work, got a coach there, and... the rest is kind of a blur. You see, food was provided in a little individual hamper that most sensible people were stuffing their faces with. Me being a kind of uber-husband thought "My wife would like this" and so kept it in pristeen condition and didn't touch a single piece of food. I did, however, consume more or less my bodyweight in Budweiser. (King Of Beers it is). Epic drunkenness sums it up nicely. I can barely remember the journey back to the office, or the tube ride and walk home. I do remember waking up number 1 son with my extra, extra, specially loud chundering (he was only 5 at the time... poor lad) in the middle of the night, a fact that he still reminds me of. And the kicker? My new boss was coming all the way over from Belgium on the Thursday just to welcome me. Remember this was only my third day at the company. I ended up having to go home at lunchtime, because of my mother-and-father of all hangovers. Swish!
In other news - we leave for our 'boys trip to Cornwall' in four weeks this Friday. And as I tried to do last year, I need to slim down a bit. So for the rest of the month it's gonna be no more beer or cider. I know, I know, sounds impossible and its hard not drinking that stuff in this glorious weather, but needs must. I'm a little to flabby and water-balloon-ish for my liking. There's always wine and scotch!
This weekend, I mostly sat in the garden. It was bliss. I read a novel and a half over the weekend just sat in the sun, under a garden umbrella. Lovely.
This week, I am busy (shock!) so I need to knuckle down and get to work. After I've had another cuppa, and caught up on other blogs of course! Peace.