Sleep

I didn't sleep on saturday night. I sat in Cat's living room watching bits of telly and trying to sleep. A long dark tea time of the soul. I have a lot on my mind right now, will i get this job? where will i live for the summer? should i do tefl course? will i get to sail? Too many options can be a scary thing.

It's certainly a funny sort of time. I am still hanging on the telephone awaiting a yey, or a nay on this damn job. I think i'm going mad. No really, it's driving me crazy. I am beginning to think I should just write it off and start organising something else. But i can't bring my self to wholly give up without a final word saying so. So i'm sticking at the coop for now and waiting.

So my job at the co-op is real Mcjob, easy, low paid, dull and strangely satisfying. Yesterday was really good shift, Chris running the shift, me the (relatively) old timer who knows how things work, and two new guys called John and Jack both just out of first year, fresh faced and nervous. I helped run the shift, doing bits of admin and chatting. John and Jack did the dirty work, we joked about. By the time i left at midnight i was happy and cheered up.

When i got home from work i chatted to Jen, i hadn't seen her all weekend her boyfriend was here, so she was busy. We caught up, and talked about the summer, and the future. By the time i got to bed at 2.30, i was happy with my job, content after some chat and slightly stoned.

I slept like a baby.

*Chuckle*