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What a thrilling subject for a blog, right? Right!
I’ve been off work with flu (which was absolutely awful!) and it means I’ve spent a lot of time watching mind numbing daytime tv.
The problem with daytime tv is, in my opinion, that it’s weirdly addictive. You can have it in the background while you fade in and out of hallucinations (why does flu cause hallucinations by the way?) or you can actually concentrate on it. Multipurpose shows are built to last.
I like the range you get from cooking, to antiques to gardening, topical conversation shows and shows making or breaking relationships. Shows set in a courtroom or an auction room. Annoyingly, there’s something for everyone.
When I was unemployed (half by choice, half by health) I craved my daily dose of Loose Women but now I only have to hear their (new) theme tune and I cringe. Yet today I found myself mindlessly staring at the tv while it was on.
Occasionally I’m “spare” at work (which is as thrilling as it sounds) which involves sitting (sometimes sleeping) all morning waiting for someone to phone in sick or be late. On days when I’m spare I end up watching a lot of daytime tv and I’m divided as to whether it fills a gap of creates one. On one hand, it passes time and it vaguely entertaining but on the other it is just people talking about an old vase or why they think schools should have healthier meal options. Do I really care or am I just watching it for the sake of watching it?
I’m spare Thursday and am already planning my daytime tv binge; like the secret addict that I am.
I’m not even ashamed to say that I’ve started to like Bieber’s music a lot more recently and I don’t think I’m alone in saying that.
Because of how catchy his most recent songs are I can momentarily forget his somewhat questionable behaviour of the last few years and just focus on his music. Momentarily remember.
“Love yourself” is my ultimate Bieber song right now. It’s so relatable and chilled (thanks, I believe, down to Ed Sheeran’s contribution) that I forget it’s by Bieber at all. It’s the kind of song you can sing with your friends and you all know exactly who the other person is singing it about.
There, I’ve confessed.
I didn’t get into OITNB until it had been out for about a year. Everyone told me I would love it. Just because it had lesbians in it? I wasn’t about to bow to that kind of stereotypical, narrow minded way of thinking. I like shows with straight people in so THERE.
But I loved it. They were right.
And then I was told about another Netflix original, Kimmy Schmidt. Apparently I’d love it. I did.
But I think this is where that loving trend ends.
I’ve tried (and failed) numerous times to get past the third page of Little Women and I can’t. I just can’t. It bores me to death. And I know by saying that I’ve enraged people who love “classic” books but I just can’t do it.
I want graphic sex descriptions, swearing and disturbing imagery from a book. I want (and will always want) nearly anything written by Irvine Welsh. Or Sarah Kane; her plays hit the spot too.
I don’t think I’m hard to please when it comes to books and TV yet I seem to disappoint a lot of my friends when I just “don’t get” the things that they love so much.
I’ve been told to watch “Making a murderer” and, to begin with, it was interesting. But now I’m an hour in and I’m struggling. In my opinion, it’s slow moving and depressing (I don’t want to hear about a cat being set on fire, ya know?!).
So what makes some things instantly appealing and others a complete drag? Is it because of my innate stubbornness that I have that tells me that I am right and nearly everyone else is wrong? Is it that I am actually really hard to please but I just don’t know it?
One friend recently described me as “judgey”. Oh. Maybe I do need to give things a chance.
With that in mind, I’m going to plough my way through “Him and Her”, “Making a Murderer” and some stand up shows from Lee Evans. Yup. I said it, I’m not a Lee Evans lover. And I’m sorry, ok?
Remember that tiny, fluffy kitten I posted a picture of? He’s not so tiny or fluffy now.
Can we just talk about how my last blog was in June? JUNE. I’m not ok with that and I don’t blame you if you aren’t either.
In June, a lot of things in my life were uncertain; my job being the main one. I’d love to say that I’m in a super secure job that I see myself doing for the rest of my life. But that isn’t true.
In May of last year I applied to be a bus driver. I didn’t think they’d even look at my application, let alone give me an interview. But, for some reason, they interviewed me based on my unrelated work history and my lack of driving experience. I walked out of the depot thinking that I would never hear from them again but they called me that afternoon and offered me a job. I was pleased, obviously, but dubious about my future with them. I was sure that I couldn’t pass the necessary theory and practical tests but I did. I passed my theory elements first time but failed my first practical exam. And I cried. I sat there on the hottest day of the year (it was 36 degrees) in what was essentially a mobile greenhouse and I cried. And that’s when I realised that I wanted that job a whole lot more than I had planned.
Fast forward seven months and I’m still driving buses (just, I nearly lost my job – buses are hard to drive ok?) and still enjoying it for at least an hour a day.
Of course my job brings me a lot of great things (like money – that’s an important one!) but it also takes its toll sometimes. The hours are long and some (and I want to stress some) of the customers are… well horrible.
It feels weird to me that I haven’t blogged about my job when it is such a huge part of my life now!
Apart from my job, I ended 2015 in nearly the same way I began it; drunk, single and fat.
I am my own worst enemy; I know that.
And whilst I know things are bound to happen in 2016 I’m not about to set stupid resolutions and make promises that I can’t keep. I need to lose weight – that isn’t so much of a resolution as it is a fact. I would like to find a lass (this one is harder than losing weight) and I would love to continue to drive buses. Is that sad? I know job satisfaction is good but is it weird how much I enjoy it?
I don’t know. Maybe.
I’d also like to blog more. Although that’s not a resolution because I feel like resolutions are there to fail.
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and an eventful near year (I played articulate drunk on NYE – beat that!).
Will I try and blog soon. Yes. Will I actually do it? Probably not. I’ve been eying up the WordPress app so who knows…