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May. 10th, 2008 03:01 amI still have 6 inches of grey hair dotted about my head. I still have no cookies made for lovely people who deserve them. I still haven't got my competency documents up to scratch.
And ya know what? I don't care right now. Too relaxed after a Lush bath and some actual girlie things earlier. I'm going to watch a movie then get up and go to work for the last time until I'm getting up for paid employ. Anyone who holds down a job/kids/both while doing this course gets my undying admiration. One of the girls I'm closest to at college is a single mum, who works the odd day in her old job to pay the mortgage and manages some semblance of a social life. Obviously I'm doing something very very wrong. Yes, Sarah, it's called the Commute of Doom.
Speaking of, the idea of getting motorised transport still hasn't worn off. Probably a bike, simply for parking - can park a vroom vroom in work but not a metal death box. Vroom! Must poke people who know about these things. Siiiiiimonnnnn! C'mere till I poke ya! Don't make me poke someone else! They might misinterpret "poke"! This doesn't mean that I'm not moving back, but chances are that I'll be so far out of town that transport would be handy. Plus, weekends away! The idea of being able to do the trip to Cork from Drogheda (I like Cake. Really. It's very very good Cake.) in under 7 hours is somewhat appealing. The ability to explore this absolutely gorgeous country without having to rely on public transport that rarely goes near the really interesting bits is bloody appealing.
And on to the movie! Maidens of St. Trinian's, gird your armour on!
And ya know what? I don't care right now. Too relaxed after a Lush bath and some actual girlie things earlier. I'm going to watch a movie then get up and go to work for the last time until I'm getting up for paid employ. Anyone who holds down a job/kids/both while doing this course gets my undying admiration. One of the girls I'm closest to at college is a single mum, who works the odd day in her old job to pay the mortgage and manages some semblance of a social life. Obviously I'm doing something very very wrong. Yes, Sarah, it's called the Commute of Doom.
Speaking of, the idea of getting motorised transport still hasn't worn off. Probably a bike, simply for parking - can park a vroom vroom in work but not a metal death box. Vroom! Must poke people who know about these things. Siiiiiimonnnnn! C'mere till I poke ya! Don't make me poke someone else! They might misinterpret "poke"! This doesn't mean that I'm not moving back, but chances are that I'll be so far out of town that transport would be handy. Plus, weekends away! The idea of being able to do the trip to Cork from Drogheda (I like Cake. Really. It's very very good Cake.) in under 7 hours is somewhat appealing. The ability to explore this absolutely gorgeous country without having to rely on public transport that rarely goes near the really interesting bits is bloody appealing.
And on to the movie! Maidens of St. Trinian's, gird your armour on!
