Thursday

I wake up on my own, and am unimpressed by the current arrangement. It's perhaps an indicator of how well looked-after I am when K's around, but it's a real struggle to get going in the morning when there's no one there chivvying me along. I have to haul my own sorry arse out of bed after (luckily) remembering to set an alarm last night, but still sneak in the short snooze period that I'm not usually allowed - before making my own lunch for the day which involves defrosting bread, chopping cheese and all sorts of other appallingly dull tasks to complete before I can sit down with a piece of toast and FourFourTwo magazine. There's nothing fun about making your own lunch - usually K makes me a nice sandwich and there's an element of surprise there when I pull it out of my backpack come lunchtime. When you've made it yourself, there's just soggy, tedious disappointment.

This all sounds rather sad, doesn't it?

Work is stressful today as the everyone-being-away situation is compounded by others calling in sick and suddenly our office of 11 has become an office of 3 - which doesn't really work. As it is I have plenty to get on with which makes the day trundle on at a nice speed, but it's not really tenable, and Jess (as our manager) is getting understandly stressed out.

In the evening I harbour vague plans to head to the Kings Head for some comedy, but can't really find anyone to go with so decide to make it another sensible night in. I sit and do some writing for The Book for a while which feels good as I really haven't shown the industry I should have towards the project so far.

By 9pm I'm done with staring at computer screens for another day and move to the living room to watch Adventureland, the latest film from the director of Superbad (which I loved). It's the story of a young guy who's all set to go off to university in New York, but whose dad loses his job meaning that the family can no longer afford to send him. Instead he gets a job at the local theme park with lots of other mostly ove-educated, overqualified young people. It's a "romance-at-a-shitty-job" kind of film, which, since Clerks, is not a rare thing, but it's the sort of film I like and, like many people, can relate to having had many, many retail type jobs as a student and having been considerably overqualified for all of them. It's nice, and definitely worth a look.