Post New Year

New Years resolution No 1: To think more before I talk.
New Years resolution No 2: To think more before I act.
New Years resolution No 3: To get my career on track, thereby preventing any further brain atrophy.
New Years resolution No 4: Star jogging again in anticipation of career change. A career change will mean evenings and weekends off (just like the rest of you), thus allowing me to start playing field hockey again, which I miss intensely.

Actually, in regard to NYRNO3, today I received a reply to an e-mail I sent requesting a meeting to discuss a move within the brewery. You see, I'm in a bit of a weird situation. I really enjoy working for the brewery, I like the company ethic, I like the people at the top, I like the way it's remained very traditional with many old skool values still held in high regard. The problem is that the position I fill in said brewery isn't a long term career option for me. Hence I feel like I'm wasting time better spent doing something I want to be doing for what could very likely be rest of my working life. Thankfully 'the brewery' is pretty large, and established, with many departments, and it's into one of these that I would most like to be moving. Also, having spent the better part of the last 18 months working in this trade I've managed to pick up a massive amount of 'working' knowledge of the industry and the products. So really, if you consider all this knowledge of said trade, and the experience I have in it of managing bars and hotels, I see my best chance of a career change to be within the company. That will allow me to use what I've learnt so far by applying it in another field, a field which will require me to dust of my brain and fire it up again. But I'm rambling. The date for the meeting is Monday the 12th. Hold thumbs that I get some positive feedback.

What else is there to say really? Not much. New years was alright. I've had better and I've had worse. I worked, I went out, I drank too much, and then I went to work again the next morning at 10am feeling like a small rodent may have slept in my mouth. So nothing too extreme this year. A mate went all the way to Edinburgh for the festivities... and then they were cancelled. *LAUGHING* "Sorry, DENIED!" Damien went to central London but can't remember any of it. So that was probably quite good then.


This is so the most aggressive, yet strangely stylish (??) toothbrush I've ever owned. It even has little rubber arms to 'massage my gums'. Now if only I could organise some little human arms to massage my back that would be just great. Cails??

Anyways, just under a month and a half till my holiday back home! It'll be good to feel that African sun on my skin again!