Picture: me and Oakes just before hurling ourselves from a plane.
Lost applications, boring jobs, red & black bank accounts, trips, DJing and skydiving. I thought I would do a bit of a diary entry for you all, self centred I know but you might like to hear it.
The postal service did loose my ambulance application, which has wasted a bit of time but I won’t say too much more for fear of reprisals from Jodie. That said, I sent another one off pretty quickly and just heard yesterday that I got short-listed, winner! I hope not all jobs as boring as box office work after 6 years, but answering the same phone calls everyday is getting a little old now. I hope scraping people off the street is more exciting.
I keep doing too many trips which makes my bank account go from black to red to often. However I did do a skydive a couple of days ago which was nice. Jumping out of planes is fun. Not as terrifying as you might think, actually quite calm, I recommend that you all try it.
I am sure you are all well aware that Swansea is about as close to God as one can live whilst here on earth, however, it will no doubt be shocking for you to hear but I am getting quite frustrated. I enjoy spending time with my family but perhaps living with them in a building site is too much. Shift work gives you good time off but if there are few people to spend it with it gets a bit boring. I originally intended only being back for a couple of months, 7-8 months is taking the piss! There is only so much daytime television one man can take.
I have been thinking the last day or so about success and failure. I did a little exercise with some teenagers, thinking about what makes people successful and what makes them failures. I’ve noticed that as I bump into old friends back here, we all seem so obsessed with what the other is doing. I ashamedly have to say I’m still in the same job, still bored, still in Swansea; and I judge them just the same. Do they have a good job, are they satisfied, wealthy, on the ladder, going places? I can’t believe these things are the marks of success, not just because I’m not that, but also because I don’t want that. Surely we are more than what we do, we are successful because of more than our pay-packets.
I’m sure we all agree that character should really be the mark of success. How and why should be more important than what, but why are these things still so important to us? Why do I still judge people so quickly by a standard I would hope people don’t judge me by?
Just some thoughts. I hope everyone is well.
