Ice Pop Weather - from beast to beauty.
I left work today feeling like hell. What a damned boring job. I mean nobody talks there…you get a batch in, focus intently on getting the measures right. So it seems to be about Working in near silence all day. Oh didn’t I mention we arent allowed a radio? Well I just did. I have to stand on pretty much one spot for roughly eight hours a day in near silence. Save for the wirr of the mixing machines and the humming of the air conditioning…which can have the effect of sending one to sleep. Now would be a good time to mention when I was younger I picked up an injury called Tendonitis in my Achilles, when I did alot of competitive cross country running, and standing on the spot has made the injury flare up again.
The clock reached 3 oclock and I began to get excited that I was almost done and could leave. Till I was given a Job, five minutes to five, which carried me past five (and made me miss my bus.)
I eventually got out and wow how nice it was, the sky was vibrant blue, the horizon was covered in hazy yellowy clouds and the air smelled like dried out grass clippings and I had a flash back to when I was a kid, playing in the old street behind Marc Johnsons house in the summer, building camps and forts in the bushes and riding down the hill on our bikes, or getting blue Ice Pop’s from the newsagents in Annfield Plain. And the sudden appearance of “Magic E’s ” (no not the drugs), curious pieces of metal in the shape of an E that you could throw like a boomerang. It was what I call ice Pop weather.
I enjoyed it, untill It turned out the bus I needed didn’t come for twenty minutes. Only problem was, today it was late. So I had to wait about an extra fifteen minutes. The bus finally came so I just slumped into the chair, took my book outta my bag and stuck my iPod on while I read. It made me feel better about an otherwise lousy day.
I Don’t think I’ll be there much longer. Nevermind, the money woulda been nice but the work is just too boring. I know I know nobody likes work. But I like work where I can just get my head down and get on with it comfortably. I’m happy if im comfortable and I’m busy. The time flies that way. But this job…gah its just boring and painful on my heels. which just makes the time drag by =( ah well.
I’m looking at taking another History course and considering getting into teaching >_> its only taken me three years and a meltdown to realise it.
