no one is infallible. That’s a fact, not even this guy. I mean if he can’t tell the difference between a red headed white female and myself what chance do we have?
Of late I’m starting to really hate people’s guarantees (oh and phone insurance). ‘It will be with you on the 18th’ they said. Lies, nearly 48 hours later and after many many phone calls and a lot of shouting it’s finally all pulling together just the minor details to sort and hey presto, life will finally be on track (sort of). Well the devil is in the detail, the small print and the bank apparently.
Going to coin a new word here ‘pro-regression’ or perhaps ‘re-progression’. Basically I’m regressing in life in order to progress. I’m joining a niche sect of society where I will be considered the mature one, ha. Although I’m pretty sure that no-one will be among the stupidly super elite to have gained an A* at A level (talk about education system failures).
So in this transitional period I’m struggling onwards, cutting some people out and inviting new people in, researching which taps complement which sinks (I kid you not). All I hopes that it will take me to the place I want to be, it’s about time I had an upgrade.
Ok I’m rambling now so going to draw things to a close. I’m looking forward to something new. Excited about the my new prospects and scared that I may at first struggle to find my feet or drown out of my depth.
And lastly, annoyed because if one more person says ‘it will be worth it in the end’ I will kill them. Of course it will be wroth it, otherwise I wouldn’t do it would I?!
Plonker
