Last week was a monster. Tuesday hit like a hurricane, and it was all go. I helped someone in the middle of domestic violence phone the police, handed in my notice at work and narrowly avoided a pile-up, when someone’s car either blew a gasket or caught fire. That was just Tuesday.Continue reading “Chaos and Fury Incarnate”
It turns out I simply cannot be trusted to stick to a daily schedule. Shameful, really. I can manage it with brushing my teeth, even washing most days, but putting something coherent down on a daily basis completely eludes me.
Let’s try weekly, then. I can surely manage that!
I’ve been thinking about journalism for years. If I’d thought about it while I was deciding what to study at eighteen (hah, what a bloody stupid age to decide things like that!) I probably would have gone for it, I think. It’s hard to say from this perspective. It’s all well and good, looking back ten years and saying ‘oh yes, surely I would have done X, if only I had known,’ but that neatly elides the intervening ten years worth of experience which leads you to believe that a completely different career path would be good for you.Continue reading “Curiosity killed the cat…”