What is wrong with me? Blog, stupid!

There’s no excuse really, other than work. I’ve been wanting to blog about work so badly ever since I started… well… working. In a strange way I still think of myself very much as a recent graduate, even though I’ve been working since graduating waaaaay back in November 2004, look at me, such an achiever.

Perhaps it’s because I live with people I studied with; well, that’s about to change with Ian and I moving into a small one-bedroom place in May. We’ve yet to find the spot; the idea is that we’d like to move out of council housing and into a nicer area, somewhere with a park and fewer knife-wielding chavs. Although last night we went and looked at a place, a gorgeous Granary conversion flat, off a little cobbled street… and just at the other end of the cobbled street was the hub of Gangland London. Hey, I’m all for spending my evenings watching turf wars, it’s the walking home alone from the station at night I’m not keen on. That and having to dispose of any bodies thoughtfully discarded on our doorstep. Somehow nifty kitchen counters and a boiler system the estate agent described as ‘innovative’ (as only estate agents can describe such mundane household equipment) don't quite make up for such inconveniences.

The reasons for moving include the unlikely event of my parents ever visiting us (it’s doubtful they’d appreciate some of the aspects of our current abode) as well as the fact that I have officially become one of those people who say they “cannot live in a flatshare”. Sure, Ian and I will still be living together, but frankly, I’ve developed a penchant for having my household disagreements solved with smooches, and I don’t mind some annoying things nearly as much when he does them.

Here is a quick, top-of-my-head rundown of why I am difficult to live with (doesn’t play well with others):

1. Borrow my shoes and I will feel that you owe me for the depreciation incurred 2. Borrow my scarf and I won’t mind; be stroppy with me while wearing said scarf, all bets are off 3. When I buy a box of eggs, use 4 and expect to have 2 left for breakfast, the appearance of only 1 egg in the box the next day is bound to drive me around the twist 4. I want to shower now. Right now. Get out. I’ll be about an hour. 5. When I leave stuff lying around, it’s completely okay. Randomly, when your messiness bothers me, I will self-righteously present myself as Cleany McCleankins.