It occurs to me that I've spent most of my life moaning about my job and never done anything constructive about finding an alternative. I keep resolving to actually write a memory book and get it published, and then I always find something better to do with my time. Well, no more. I'm fed up of hearing myself whinging mentally about how cool it would be to really be a semi-celebrity. I'm going to really, definitely do it, and if I don't everyone reading this is entitled to make jeering comments about me at every opportunity.
None of which will save me from a day of budget meetings tomorrow, of course, but at least it will give me some kind of sense of achievement in the long run. Probably.
4 comments:
I feel the same way... I want to write a cookbook... so good luck with your writing!
If you write a book, I'll buy seven incase I loose six.
:).
I'll buy a copy. And just so I'll remember to buy it, I've printed a picture of you, and I've thrown one of Andi Bell's Bee'n' Bags at your face. ;o)
ahahahah, I LOVE THE BEANS.
oh. and. I meant *LOSE.
Stupid loose/lose.
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