Reasons to Quit My Job:

- I can't bear to get out of bed in the morning
- I can't bring myself to go out the front door
- I've started talking to myself but I can't talk to my colleagues
- It's really fucking boring
- They took away my autonomy and room to be creative
- I was a happier and more pleasant human being before I started working there
- Everyone who stays for more than 3 years stays for 30
- I'm not learning anything
- It will not get better
- It more likely will get worse
- I have money saved
- Time is passing too quickly while I do nothing
- I want to be a writer but can't do it when I get home
- the venetian blinds are starting to look like bars
- I never used to want to phone in sick


So why can't I bring myself to go? I'm such a fucking coward.

Heh. If I ever fancy a change of career, I'm going to get a job at Dixons. They are paid to argue with people who don't want their nasty extended warranties.

I took mine back and inbetween calling me stupid, they knocked down the price by £80 (nearly half!) and offered me a free bag for my laptop.

I'm never buying any warranties again without going and taking it back to see what price it's really supposed to be.
:devil face:


And did no-one else see that picture of Saddam with a beard and think he looked like Santa Claus? Where's the hilarious viral photoshop emails?

How come the better paid folk are, the stingier they are when it comes to tipping?

I was out with my colleagues for our xmas meal. We get a £20 allowance, the set meal came to I think £17.50 and we'd all put a fiver in for a deposit.

With drinks and all it came to about £23 a head. We on our £20 000+/year apparently then thought we should have our 200p each back because..... because.

Like it makes any fucking difference to us compared to the waitress on £4/hour. "They got 10% service charge", and they don't deserve anything more, they were shit (not true) I was embarrased to be with that group. What are we going to do with our scrounged-back £2? Sandwiches, 1 pint, whatever.

It was the same with my family the other weekend. It's some kind of sick middle-class thing that needs stamping out.


cunts

Been thinking about photgraphs and how I don't like them. Not anymore in an adolescent "ew that's not me" way, more because they are everywhere now.

It used to just be the geeks at gigs with cameras, that was ok. They were more cute than annoying and they'd always stop to watch the band after a while. Even the wannabe pros would run out of film.
But.
Now there's digital cameras and cameras in phones, folk are using them all the fucking time. At Aphex Twin last week, there were folk stood for the whole set filming the thing on their phones. Maybe they sent lots of messages to their 100s of friends saying "hey I'm at Aphex Twin and I'm having a great time!" but ARGGH totally missing the point.

What're the photos going to remind them of? Standing in folks' way taking photos of a man with a laptop. Woo.
The more photos you take the less experience there is for the photos to remind you of. And do you need more than one good photo of your family and friends? I don't think so. One's all you need to trigger off the memories you have of them and what's more valuable?

Give me the bruise and the memory rather than a whole box full of extra photos of the things I've done. I didn't even take my camera on holiday this year. Will I forget the sun setting over Kyle of Lochalsh? No. And if I do then that's reason to go back. there.

Wow. New York rocks. So much to do, so many sound people to meet and only 4 hours sleep per night. No wonder everyone does cocaine. I'm not sure I could live there. I suppose if I balanced out the $7 beers properly I could stay up without having to book a hotel but only for about a week.

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NY

[coming next week - hot on the heels of my revelation that NY is a good place to visit, I reveal that flames are quite hot]