The last day before the last year of my twenties

Would you think less of me if I lay on the ground, thrashing my arms and legs around while screaming and crying “I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna!”?

Twenty nine years old, 10592 days old, 1.525e+7 minutes old and about 4 years past my ideal age. 25 was good. I could drink a glass of wine – hells, I could drink a few bottles of wine, without waking up to a crippling hangover. I could also sleep like the dead after said-bottles of wine. I could go out until 3 in the morning on a school night and still wake up at 7 for a full day of work with a fair amount of ease. Sure I would be tired, but I was young, so who cared! I could spend my money on clothes and shoes, because rent was minimal, and so were food costs, my car was “vintage” and medical aid was for people who needed it. Not me, life was carefree.

Not that life is tough now, but it just isn’t 25-esque anymore. A glass of wine ensures that I hardly sleep that night, I’m beset with an incurable headache the next morning and that a small furry animal sleeps in my mouth (or at least, that is how it feels). Money is spent on being an adult – buy anti-aging eye creams that make your future wrinkles less imminent, buying skin-friendly cleaning products for your house, paying bills, paying for “responsible” cars, getting married, running a household…you know – adult things.

I wont be giving you a list of “things I have learnt from my twenties”, because I am fairly certain that anyone my age and older knows exactly what you learn about life and the world during your tumultuous twenties. If you aren’t my age or older, you will learn – and you will love it. Instead, regard this as a reflection on the best years of my life so far, and the start of the best to come.

What I will tell you is how the last day before the last year of my twenties started out -

Jean decided to work from home today, so I woke up at 5:30am when his alarm sounded…and then didn’t sleep a wink after. My husband, who I love more than anything, rolled around, tickled my hand, ticked on his phone keyboard and sighed continuously until 7am when I had to get up, which meant I didn’t get the extra hour that I usually do. Since I stayed up late to finish bawling my eyes out to Marley & Me last night, I really needed that extra hour. Really, really. Anyway, I got up and went to shower, only to have the shower head fall on me while rinsing my hair. Everything else happen as it usually does this morning, until I got into the car and had to turn it around as I was taking my brother to school, which is a different route from my straight-to-work route. I reversed into the driveway, a little too close to the fence and, while pulling forward, knocked the fence over and got one of the poles wedged into my wheel-arch**. I, then, held up about 3 cars while trying to get the fence off my car, turning, reversing, swearing, while Angus tried to yank the offending wood post away. After a few attempts, we got the post out and I drove, hurriedly, into my neighbours driveway – handbrake up – to get out of the way. Off we went with a new green scratch on the side of the car, only to get stuck on the East Farleigh bridge by the oncoming train, listening to some young punk’s krappy idea of morning music.

Anyway, I got Angus to school in one piece and I got myself to work on time. Here’s hoping the day, somehow, turns out better than this morning did.

The moral of this post is that getting older is the pits, don’t drive when you are tired and that, however scary it may be, the rest of my life awaits.

Peace.

** Sorry mooooom. The fence got it again…:S

M’ange Tout

Sometimes, everyone just needs a cheesy inspirational to make their situation seem a little more normal – whether that situation is another Monday, or a move across the world.

Today, this motivational is for my little Jess –

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In other news, the last two weeks have been a bit mad, as you may tell by my lack of everything.

I am starting to get the hang of this technical account management stuff (specifically the technical part) – diagnosing things by myself and, generally, getting on with it without the help of others. I don’t feel so much like the weirdo in the office anymore, either, which is great, although I suspect I may still be thought of as the stranger in heels and a scarf in the corner. Last week, we had a go-karting/pool/dinner team-building event, which was nice as I had the chance to experience everyone outside of office confines. I may not have won at go-karting, but I didnt come last, I didnt fade away into a girly heap when they smashed me about on the track and I managed to knock back a few pints while failing epically at pool (although, to be fair, I did get a few good shots in on the pool table).

I wont make too much mention of the beautiful hangover I suffered the next day. I will mention the legit suffering I endured from the racing – pain in the neck and pain in the shoulder. Eish. Which reminds me, I forgot to text Cass back. Cass, sozzles…I forgot…my phone was off for most of Saturday and Sunday.

All that aside, Im up dark and early tomorrow morning at 4am (which is actually still the middle of the night) to hop on a train to Nottingham for the day. Oo-de-laly! Unfortunately, its not to reenact Disney’s version of Robin Hood by running through the forest with Little John singing all the way, but, instead, to ride through the streets at the back of the buses testing internet connectivity all the way – by myself – no little Johns, big Johns or Johns of any kind.

The only other interesting bit of news is that I enter the last year of my twenties at the end of this week. Not stoked, in the least. To commemorate this travesty, Keran (the sister) and I are participating in a mud run in aid of cancer research in Finsbury Park. Shall tell you what that’s like once we’ve been muddied up and won for cancer (Hah. Likely).

The only thing I am excited for that has anything to do with birthdays is the new ink that Keran and I shall be getting – again, more on that later.

Lastly, my thought for the day, which has been a thought in my mind for many a day:

If teach a man to make a fire, he will be warm for a day; if you set a man on fire, he shall be warm for the rest of his life.

Peace!

2 Month-aversary

Today, 28th August, marks the 2 month anniversary in the fair lands of the Greatest of Britains.

I have, never, experienced so many new experiences in 2 months, as I have in the last two months. And to recap, in but a few words — 

I saw, and marveled at, an ancient bunch of rocks 

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I saw a Palace 

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I’ve experienced living with my parents as an adult

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I’ve driven into a hedge to avoid by smooshed by a truck driving towards me on a narrow, country road

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I’ve participated in the great British past-time of Parking

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I’ve become gainfully employed at a technology company in the transport industry, which I am finally, after a week and a half, starting to grasp (the work, that is)

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The sun goes down at 10pm in the height of summer; the people are polite, but impersonal; the speed limit is so low; it takes an hour to get anywhere (except to work!); when it rains, it rains non-stop; navigating is impossible because there is no mountain!

I could, literally, go on and on about the vast experiences I have had in England, but really, i would have to write a list like this every week.

Every day is new experience in one or another and I can, honestly, say that this has been the best decision I (we – Jean and I) have made, after marrying my sweetheart (a close third would be the decision to listen to Creedence today :P).

I miss my people in South Africa, but I am loving England (for the most part) right now.

So, this was a bit of a nonsense post, sure – but life too serious to be serious all the time ;)

 

 

 

 

Back to the Daily Grind

…kinda.

Friday marked the end of my first week as a working, tax-paying, economy-contributing individual in England. I guess it was what any first week should be – mass amounts of confusion, menial tasks (such as filling in employee detail forms, tax forms, creating user accounts for millions of internal company sites), loads of not knowing what to do with myself, loads of not wanting to ask certain questions for fear of being labelled as the idiot in the office (and then, eventually asking them anyway because these things are the things one needs to know – or, at least, I need to know), especially when you are the only person in the Operations team who has lady-bits and you dont want to be perceived as the “chick-who-knows-nothing-so-why-is-she-here?”. I dont think I am that person (I do, actually, know some technical stuff, okay), but I, certainly, want to avoid having that stigma, regardless of what I do or dont know. Know what I am saying?

Anyway, it is, at the very least, very nice to have a job to get up and go to every day. I am, most certainly, the type of person who thrives on routine. Not only does working give me routine, it turns me from a workless slug into a productive human.

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Jean went back to work for his previous company (he left because the travelling was getting to be too much – two to two and half hours each way). We have agreed to find our own place closer to his work as soon as we are both paid at the end of next month – it takes me 15 minutes to get work from my moms place, where we live at the moment. The idea is to move to an area in the South East of London somewhere that will afford us, both, the kind of place we want (1 bedroom with a garden – because our kitties deserve a garden to frolic in, after living in flats for so long) and a short-ish commute for both Jean and I. 

Otherwise, ol’ Mud Island is getting chillier and chillier by the day – no more are the 27 and 28 degree days of sunshine, but instead we have days of rain, and days of no rain, that are cool enough to warrant a jersey and closed shoes. Oh hail the end of summer. The central heating has started switching itself on in the evenings, and I have used the heater in the car once or twice on the way to work. I believe people when they say that we are in for a wake up this winter, because the end of Summer in England resembles a mild winters day in Cape Town – it’s gonna be interesting, folks. Especially because I dont own the right kind of clothes to cope with this impending cold.

Lastly, despite my claims, after my wedding, of never wanting to plan a wedding ever again, I am most excited to be involved in the planning of (one of) my best friend’s wedding. I really think I missed my calling in life, because I love planning these types of things – actually, I love planning events in general. The feeling of seeing everything come together gives me a feeling of immense fulfillment. 

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Anyway, the emails have started flying back and forth (My BFF is in New Zealand, I am in the UK – obvs, and her family is in SA, where the wedding will be held), so the amount of coordination is going to be hectic, but that makes it all the more exciting. Yay for wedding planning! :)

Well thats me for this week!

PS – I went to check out a kickboxing gym this last week, in Chatham (which is where I work) – is it no Takedown, but the owner and coach represented England at the World Chaps in Croatia in 2012 and claims to still fight as often as he can, which is a good thing as far as I am concerned – why not be trained by a champ and active fighter? The gym is a bit grim, but it has all the right equipment, which is really what matters, so I may be back into my boxing as soon as. The only problem at the moment is the schedule (classes end at 8pm)…I’ll have to have a think around this and see what happens. I just really need to get myself back into an exercise routine….see, its ALL about routine!

Over and out!

Moving swifly along

Much has happened since I last posted, which is, in part, why my blogging has been so scarce, but here I am – to tell you all about it!

Firstly, I smashed the cars passenger side mirror. All I can say is: narrow roads, a lost tart in a huge white merc and oncoming traffic make for a smashed up  mirror.

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In order to make myself feel less like the worlds worst driver (I also lost a wheel trim in the car’s first outer Maidstone trip – and the mirror of my Peugeot suffered the same fate when I smacked it against a pillar once. Okay twice.), I now drive around with an eye peeled for smashed car mirrors. I have deduced that smashing car mirrors is a fairly common thing in England (which is why all mirrors fold in?) – why else would Halfords have the pre-cut glass for most car mirrors precut and readily available?

In other news, I had my first real, live chav experience. Those bitches are scary as shit. Went to visit my sister for the weekend last weekend and, while tubing around Londom central, encountered an escalator, as one does, with a blond tart standing on the left hand side. WHO DOES THAT? Anyways, I curtly said “excuse me, please stand to the right”, which was reiterated by the tarts boyfriend.  What followed was a manifestation of poor manners, a possible inferiority complex or just terrible upbringing, but you could have sworn I told her that she was a grotty tramp with hobbit feet, because this chick went totally, well, chav on me. She started screaming at me, asking me who I thought I was, she screamed at her boyfriend (you stand to the f###en right, you d###head!!), that bitch walking down there deserves a slap on the back of the head, the one shaking her head (because I was. I was also laughing). We then left the escalator, only to be followed and mouthed off at again (something about a weirdo – assumingly because we’re not local), and then stomped off in front of us, still mouthing off about the fact that I asked her to move. My sister, actually, made us hang back a bit because we could hear her carrying on all the way down into the depths of the underground tunnels.

Sufficed to say, I wouldn’t want to be caught in a dark alley with broken glass around with that chick.

Most importantly,  I got a job! I start on Monday! Yay! Champage, champage for everyone!

I have been employed as a technical account manager at a Swedish-based company called Icomera, and will no longer be in sales! Whoop! Although, there is incentive to bring in new business, I will mostly be dealing with existing clients and assisting with technical matters. The company, in a nutshell, supply wireless infrastructure to the transport industry worldwide – so like wireless on national rail, or a greyhound bus? Yeah, thats it.

I will also have to pop over to Sweden for some training and to meet the people up there at some point in the foreseeable future – am rather stoked about this.

The only thing Im slightly apprehensive about is the fact that, from what I have seen, there are not many ladies in my office, and definitely none in my team. I am not the type of person who is daunted by such a thing, but, being a technical role to which I am very new, I will have some self-proving to do.

My last thought for the day: London has, finally,  lived up to its reputation – it is summer, it is raining, it is chilly.

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Thatisall.

Just one little update

The fact that I have been MIA for so long will tell you how busy I have been.

In the few days since I last posted, I’ve been to numerous interviews, scheduled as many, been working part time, bought a car, took a little roadtrip into London,  experienced the “Great British Pastime” called “Parking” and decided to celebrate Jean’s 30th in Ireland with my sister.

I have a second interview tomorrow for a technical account manager role, which I am so keen on because of the fact that it is technically based and because I will have the opportunity to move out of sales entirely after a while, and should I wish. This, coupled with the degree of technical-ness thrills me endlessly.  Hold thumbs, yall, because they are, apparently,  super keen on me too.

Last week Wednesday,  we bought a little Ford Focus 1.8l to run around the countryside in.

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Of course, I took a trip to Surrey for work on Friday, hot a pothole, and lost a hubcap. So annoyed. Also, while I’m talking about things that annoy me: Google maps is on my list, and so is the Maidstone road plan. I drove around for the better part of an hour trying to find an accessible petrol station today, because every time I saw one, I was in the wrong lane to get to it…and then the roads loop you around to the other side of town…while I was running on fumes. I sure  gave google maps a piece of my mind while driving ( F**********KKKKKKK YOU GOOGLE MAPS!!!!!!!! I screamed at my tablet).

Yesterday, we spent parking in Regent Park with a picnic and a frisbee, which was pure bliss. We strolled up Primrose Hill on the way home, which gave us a panoramic view of London,  which was so stunning. Spent the rest of the evening at my sister’s place chatting and nomming serious Mac & Cheese.

We also decided (well, actually Jean did because it will be his birthday) to trip up to Dublin, Ireland and spend a few days for Jean’s 30th birthday.  Totally excited for this, especially because we don’t need to get additional visas! Win!

Okay, I have to go and fetch the husband from the station.  Apologies for the lame post, I have no creative flair today.

*Skaam*

The fact that I have been MIA for so long will tell you how busy I have been.

In the few days since I last posted, I’ve been to numerous interviews, scheduled as many, been working part time, bought a car, took a little roadtrip into London,  experienced the “Great British Pastime” called “Parking” and decided to celebrate Jean’s 30th in Ireland with my sister.

I have a second interview tomorrow for a technical account manager role, which I am so keen on because of the fact that it is technically based and because I will have the opportunity to move out of sales entirely after a while, and should I wish. This, coupled with the degree of technical-ness thrills me endlessly.  Hold thumbs, yall, because they are, apparently,  super keen on me too.

Last week Wednesday,  we bought a little Ford Focus 1.8l to run around the countryside in.

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Of course, I took a trip to Surrey for work on Friday, hot a pothole, and lost a hubcap. So annoyed. Also, while I’m talking about things that annoy me: Google maps is on my list, and so is the Maidstone road plan. I drove around for the better part of an hour trying to find an accessible petrol station today, because every time I saw one, I was in the wrong lane to get to it…and then the roads loop you around to the other side of town…while I was running on fumes. I sure  gave google maps a piece of my mind while driving ( F**********KKKKKKK YOU GOOGLE MAPS!!!!!!!! I screamed at my tablet).

Yesterday, we spent parking in Regent Park with a picnic and a frisbee, which was pure bliss. We strolled up Primrose Hill on the way home, which gave us a panoramic view of London,  which was so stunning. Spent the rest of the evening at my sister’s place chatting and nomming serious Mac & Cheese.

We also decided (well, actually Jean did because it will be his birthday) to trip up to Dublin, Ireland and spend a few days for Jean’s 30th birthday.  Totally excited for this, especially because we don’t need to get additional visas! Win!

Okay, I have to go and fetch the husband from the station.  Apologies for the lame post, I have no creative flair today.

*Skaam*