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The other day, in the tea break, one of my colleagues was finishing a
sentence and pronounced "culture" all weird. Another colleague asked
him what went wrong and he said, "I forgot that, when you're speaking,
you can't choose another word when you're in the middle of one". What
he meant was, I've been on Second Life too long today and I've
forgotten how to talk.
OK, so I don't share an office with Napoleon Dynamite and, geeky as
they are, the people I work with at the moment are dead nice. When
they're alright with talking, they've got some good chat. Plus, they
take two half-hour breaks every day in addition to a healthy hour-long
lunch break. Score!
The job's a bit repetitive (copy-editing) but it's not
soul-crushing. I went to visit my old uni town last weekend to catch up
with everyone. It made me want to move back, but things aren't easy. My
two friends, also trying to get into magazine journalism, are having a
tough time of it: one's working her arse off for £10k (yes, that's per
annum); the other's having to apply for jobs in towns a half-hour train
ride away. Ouch!
So, what to d live and work with people you love, or live at home and save your pennies for travel/further education?
It's Testosterone Tuesday on telly - currently filling out a job app until Last Man Standing/Sharpe turns up at 9pm... Bis. |
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