Time....

I had an interview last week for a job that I really want. It was on Tuesday so I took Monday off to prepare for it and Wednesday off to recover. I didn't go to the pub job all week and I only came in for the day job on Thursday and Friday, claiming some sort of stomach ailment.

This week I have, so far worked five days and three nights and I'm going to work tonight too and I don't feel nearly as tired as I did last week, weird huh?
I've been enjoying the pub job, apparently October is a notoriously slow month in the pub trade which means I get paid to just be there a lot of the time, and I get to try the nice new beers we get in and a trader discount on borough market. It's a win-win situation for me, I get paid to be out of the flat and I hate that flat. I spend my days looking at alternatives and the contract is coming to a close (hallelujah!) next month so we actually have to find a new one and what with this credit crunch (Gawd bless it) prices are at a reasonable level and we can afford somewhere decent without having to go for a dodgy sublet.

Anyway, the point of this post was to tell you why I'm not writing that much any more, I'm spending my time at my day job looking for flats/jobs and most of my evenings are spent working in the pub. The need to save. I want to do grown up things and it seems to do any of them I need to get money and lots of it. What I'm actually planning is a surprise so you'l have to wait and see. It wont be long and I wont be writing much in the mean time, but bear with me because this is going to be worth it!