More General Grumbling

Well it's that time of the week, all be it one day later than usual, where I have a bit of a moan to the rest of the world befoe retiring back to my cacoon. It's been an odd kind of week with different job possibilities coming and going, trying new things and genrally getting through a lot of Stella Artios....but she doesn't mind.

Lateness has been a theme today as prooved by myself and my train, now trains, to work this morning. As there are "improvemnt works" currently in action, making everything later than usual so that when they go bac to normal then can claim it's an improvement, so my train was twenty minutes late. That's not a huge deal in itself, after all who's really that anxious to get to work. The problem came after boarding when, once we were a few stations down the line, I got a text messege to which I replied and look up to see the sign flying past fo my station. To which my reaction was not to explode, it was more of an "oh, that's odd". Of course it's not so bad, one station further, I can just walk back to work from there but unfortunatly the train didn't want me to do that and carried on to the next station whre it eventually stopped. The pistons laughly evily at me. What they were fogetting was that the train that goes back down the line was only five minute away, although I did have a niggling theory that it wouldnt stop at my station for no apparent reason. Anyway, after my tour Croydon, lucky me, I got into work 45 minutes late, not that anyone really noticed and got on with my day.


Now onto what is fast becoming a classic topic, driving lessons. Not going to be a long rant today because I did parrelel parking for the first time. So after 15 minutes of trying to find an appropriate spot or, as some women I know like to call it, a shoe shopping space, we pulled up and went through it. To my suprise, I actually completed it boths times perfectly which begs th question; why (using a steriotype) are women so bad at it? I can answer that. They're too busy making sure they look good for when they step out of the car...or looking at the sale sign in the shop window...or perhaps thinking what it would be like to be a princess. Ok I know the latter doesn't actually sound all that realistic just you'd be suprised.


Finally, there's always something that says the world is going to end on a given day. Well it may aswell be Friday the 14th of October because everything else is. I have my driving theory test at 8am, then was invited for an interview at 9am (which I've managed to purspone)then working as usual, Ed Byrne in the evening, software upgrades, oher deadlines around work such as payment for the Christmas doo and finally and most importantly, Forza 4 is being delivered for some love making with my Xbox. If your reading this on that day then it must not be quie so busy for you. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but everything seems to be happening tomorrow so I'm afriad appocolypse will have to wat, I'm far too busy.