WalkTheLine

New job. What a long commute that was. I will most certainly have to move if I am to survive as a commuter. 2 hours to get there. 2 hours back. I wont bore you with the cliche multiplications describing what percentage of my life will be spent eyeing up ladies in the carriages.

Work: I have thoroughly enjoyed my last two jobs, and thats pretty much due to my colleagues rather than the work. But here, this new place. They all appear so exhausted, they appear to say,"Urgh A new guy...Please this one bring a shotgun before he moves on."
I know what today was like, it was like being a character out of that television series Life on Mars, just less exciting, and without a woman in the entire room.
1 guy I met hadn't had a holiday in 12 years and he was one of the healthier looking zombies.

Made my house mate cry this evening. I dare say I came in the house a little to quickly. She has an annoying habit of turning the internet off. Apparently its to preserve the longevity of the adsl router. Crikey, bit crackers I think, as I have offered to pay a little more to keep the damn thing on. I realise thats a little drastic considering the amount of power it uses, but she won't have it or my extra money. Well I was a little blunt and told her I 'required it on now' and walked off. She subsequently came downstairs while I was sat eating and fiddling with my laptop. Now what happened next was quite extraordinary as she barked at me I had to retort, so I barked back. She then made efforts to be civilised, so demanded that I shut up and let her talk. Being a gentleman I caved in and let her. Although I got a short half a sentense when it was my go to respond, she then interupted me and went on about what I had agreed to when signing up etc. And as she continued to lay down the law, she got more and more upset, and this was with me saying nothing. In all honesty I started to agree with her, in a sneeky ploy to try to get her to stop in hoping that the internet would be turned on sooner. But she wasn't done until she told me how many other people had lived here before me and then she started to cry. But the fascinating thing about this study is that I put my hands up and agreed with her long before she started crying...Why an earth did she cry?

Nothing to do with the complete look of sarcasm and disinterest and general arrogance that displayed across my face? I was mean and hurtful...the guilt. But it did make me feel better about my s*** day. I have strayed from the line. Now where did I leave my horns ?

A quick note to remind me of what to do next with my morning. I found a mobile phone a few days a go. Being true to 'walktheline' ethos I called the man's home number and found him very thankful and surprised at my honesty. I leveled with him and told him I knew what it was like to have a phone stolen and your girlfriend harrassed my some morons. I didn't tell him this bit though: Although my gf was not happy at all, the funny thing is these guys who found my phone, probably looked at my recently dialed numbers and associated the pictures on the phone with the name (my gf)of the person recently called. Little did they know that I bought the the phone off ebay and found some very sexy pics of the former owners girlfriend, which I left there. I didn't tell gf that the thieves thought they were calling a true babe.

Anyway I need to get to the post office to send this phone back.

I was in the loo, pondering my existance and making that mental to-do list that just automtically unfolds in your head as you make the splashes and thought a blog may help me get through this time ahead.

My reasons in thinking this are not altogether convincing, but I think it boils down to being bored and slightly confused with my direction in life. What I do find facinating about a blog is perhaps not what I am writing about, but who is actually taking the time to read it. Like so many other bloggers and authors have pondered and modestly remarked, if I get one reader, then I will feel quite satisfied with my efforts of being a blogger. Anyway enough about all that. I am not sure how much I will write tonights as I feel the success of a blog is possibly being able to stretch ones thoughts over months preferably years, rather than write everything up in a night.

Shall we see then if I return to my blog tomorrow?