I’m a bit scared. The last time I drove a car on the road was in April 1998. That’s over 5 years ago. On 12th July I have to drive one of these:
from Winchester to Nottingham to Reading to Winchester. In light of this fact, plus the fact that I’ve got to do it again for my own stuff in August, I’ve booked a 2 hour refresher lesson with a local driving instructor. I’m actually quite looking forward to it.
The 6 films worth of photos we took while on holiday are now being processed. Should get them back next week. Good old truprint.
I’m also exceptionally bored at work at the moment. I’m finding it hard to motivate myself to do any work. It’s all so boring. I need a job where I actually find what I’m doing relatively stimulating and rewarding. This isn’t it. I don’t know if IT is the right business to be in. For some reason, I keep going back to the idea of being a driving instructor. I don’t know why. The problem with that, I feel, is that I have to consider myself good at something to feel I’m qualified to tell other people the right way. Therefore, I will need some time of owning and driving my own car, probably like to do some advanced driver training and then do the training and exams to teach. So I need money. That always seems to be the bottom line. I sometimes think I’d like to work in forestry. Today, I’m going to go out and clear some woodland. Hard, physical labour, but no office politics, and not stuck in a chair staring at a load of rubbish on a screen.
Ho hum, I finish soon. Woo.