My Past Week

I spent most of it with my nose in a 1000+ page UNIX textbook, in lieu of my interview on Monday, and when it was not nestled in that book it was wedged in ‘We Need to Talk about Kevin’, which is quite enjoyable, albeit far too focused around people’s feelings. My sister had her birthday. I hindered Jon and Darryl’s work progress. We discovered that letting the neighbour’s cat into our house has resulted in a flea infestation and a £200 ‘Rentokill’ exterminators bill. Unpleasant. My Mother bought me a new purse. Very pleasant. I ate curry and Nandos and made a trip to a sushi restaurant with my Mum and will obviously not fit into my ridiculously tight-fitting dress for the wedding tomorrow. I hope I’m not the only person dressed all in black.

I’m itching to get a job. I did some more programming for my Dad’s office and that tiny bit of VBA has got me hooked again. I always forget how wonderful it is to make something. I’m not creative, I know I’m not. I like reading other people’s stories; watching films others have directed; buying clothes somebody else has designed. But this is my contribution and something that they would perhaps struggle to achieve – creative or not. I can automate tasks, make results more accurate and save people time, so they can maybe go home from work a little earlier and buy some new shoes on Net-a-Porter.com or go to a showing of ‘Moon’ at their local Odeon.

(That is until the code cocks up and everyone’s sorry arse is hauled into the office on a Saturday (including my own) to fix the mistakes and bitch out at me, haha)

I want to be a ‘do-er’ and make something, but all I did at university was theorise and write simple algorithms and all I do lately is shop.

Actually, speaking of my sister’s birthday I’m kind of irritated by it. My Mum and I bought her a pair of Tiffany earrings, which she didn’t seem to taken by, yet the level of appreciation she showed to her boyfriend, who bought her nothing (but who purchased a pair of trainers for himself, no less), was quite sickening.

I have a pile of books I want to re-read, but can’t seem to get round to:
The Return of the Native
Franny & Zooey
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Great Expectations
Bonjour Tristesse