jrg
2005-03-02 10:07:03 UTC
I need to tell someone about how my week has been, and not wanting to
freak out my housemates, a.u.a. will do.
Saturday evening/night/Sunday morning: York University Cave and Pothole
climb up ropes equivalent to the height of Everest in under 18 hours
for charity.
Sunday afternoon: Some of us go on to a pub for lunch. Amongst them are
a girl I fancy and her boyfriend. Tired and placed in the unfortunate
situation of having to sit directly opposite them, I'm not in a good
mood and don't give a particularly good impression of myself.
Monday: Go into work. 9 hours of packing things into boxes in a
warehouse. Despite one and a half years of jobs like this to grow
accustomed to it, I still hate my job as much as ever. Regretting
yesterday afternoon and decide to avoid that group of friends for a
week or two.
Monday evening: I'm told that x, the person I fancy, phoned for me.
Assuming that they're going to tell me to stop being so childish, I
take the phone into my bedroom, take a deep breath, and ring their
number. They sound upset, and tell me they have some bad news. They
tell me that on Sunday evening one of the other people in YUCPC was hit
by a car and killed. I last spoke to said person Sunday morning. My
reply consists mostly of stunned silence.
Tuesday: Into work again. Not really able to concentrate, but the job
doesn't really require concentration. Oh well. Still hating job
extremely.
Tuesday evening: I'm told that someone from Opera software, a company
based in Oslo that makes web browsers, has phoned. I applied for a job
at Opera a few weeks previously in an off-the-cuff fashion. I had been
browsing their website out of interest when I saw a link to a page
extolling the virtues of moving to Norway, and as there was an "apply
online" button I had figured "what the hell" and clicked it.
Wednesday morning: I don't work Wednesdays, so after waking up I play
the piano for a short while. Then someone from Opera phones again. They
sound more nervous than I am. After asking a few questions they say
that they want to fly me out to Norway for a job interview within the
next couple of weeks.
????????
jrg
freak out my housemates, a.u.a. will do.
Saturday evening/night/Sunday morning: York University Cave and Pothole
climb up ropes equivalent to the height of Everest in under 18 hours
for charity.
Sunday afternoon: Some of us go on to a pub for lunch. Amongst them are
a girl I fancy and her boyfriend. Tired and placed in the unfortunate
situation of having to sit directly opposite them, I'm not in a good
mood and don't give a particularly good impression of myself.
Monday: Go into work. 9 hours of packing things into boxes in a
warehouse. Despite one and a half years of jobs like this to grow
accustomed to it, I still hate my job as much as ever. Regretting
yesterday afternoon and decide to avoid that group of friends for a
week or two.
Monday evening: I'm told that x, the person I fancy, phoned for me.
Assuming that they're going to tell me to stop being so childish, I
take the phone into my bedroom, take a deep breath, and ring their
number. They sound upset, and tell me they have some bad news. They
tell me that on Sunday evening one of the other people in YUCPC was hit
by a car and killed. I last spoke to said person Sunday morning. My
reply consists mostly of stunned silence.
Tuesday: Into work again. Not really able to concentrate, but the job
doesn't really require concentration. Oh well. Still hating job
extremely.
Tuesday evening: I'm told that someone from Opera software, a company
based in Oslo that makes web browsers, has phoned. I applied for a job
at Opera a few weeks previously in an off-the-cuff fashion. I had been
browsing their website out of interest when I saw a link to a page
extolling the virtues of moving to Norway, and as there was an "apply
online" button I had figured "what the hell" and clicked it.
Wednesday morning: I don't work Wednesdays, so after waking up I play
the piano for a short while. Then someone from Opera phones again. They
sound more nervous than I am. After asking a few questions they say
that they want to fly me out to Norway for a job interview within the
next couple of weeks.
????????
jrg