So there we have it: what started out as a mere fantasy when I was four or five years old has actually been realised. I am now a fully qualified tram driver.
Archive for 2010
I’m going to be unseen and unheard for the next two weeks while I tie up loose ends at my current job. (Work is occupying all of my very little energy reserve at the moment.)
I have a week and a bit off after that between this job and the next, during which I’ll be pretty much free for all.
As of Thursday November 4, I will be driving trams.
My nose and throat are chock full of carbon. I’m not sure whether this is due to some sort of internal combustion in my head triggered by receiving this offer, or because I left a candle alight in my bedroom overnight. I’m hoping it’s the latter.
In other news, my CFS has relapsed. I’m going to be laying low while that sorts itself out.
I’ve had enough of computers—at least in the professional sense.
With this decision made, my notice has been handed in at work and now I must decide how the 40 hours a week of keeping the roof over my head will soon be spent. (Not that that roof will always keep my head dry, as it turns out.) And the fact that “something completely different” comprises countless possibilities is somewhat daunting.
What should you do when a light fitting in your apartment starts gushing litres of water?
Source: ESP-Disk’ 収集記
It greatly amuses me that someone thought this to be a good shot for an album cover. Should it?
Just submitted a notice of intention to vacate to my landlord. Where I will be living as of Monday August 16 is currently a mystery.
People have differences. Sometimes, depending on the relationship between two people, the processing of these differences hurts. Sometimes it hurts badly enough that the best solution seems to be indefinite time apart.
In the relatively distant past, someone close to me made that decision for us. That decision still stands, because I respect their wishes and no longer have any means of knowing if those wishes change. Recently, I was planning to make that decision with someone else. Because it was my decision this time though, I spent many hours reflecting on it first.
And through this reflection I realised that with no committed view to restoring it, “temporarily” terminating a relationship with someone—whether friendship or otherwise—is neither temporary nor a solution at all.