It's Not Really Working For Me

I've been in the same job for a year and three months now. This is a new personal best for time in a single job.. but guess what - yes, that's right folks, I'm getting really fed up with it (I won't go into the multitude of reasons why)! I'm hoping to search for something better in the new year as things just feel stale at the minute.

I can't really go on like this, moving around all the time, it doesn't feel very healthy. I definitely feel the urge to settle in one place, at least for a few years. It's as if I've been constantly on the run from something for the past few years - myself maybe?! I'm taking this job thing much more seriously than I used to as let's face it - what you do for work on a daily basis can profoundly affect your standard of life and general wellbeing - which is kind of a big deal! Before, I had a few periods of unemployment in between jobs which helped in a way because it gave me time to recharge my batteries and approach each new job with enthusiasm and zest. I've now been in full time employment for at least 3 years and as a direct consequence of this monotonous existence I'm now finding myself being forced to evaluate my life and what I really want to do. I suppose my dream job would be to work at the playboy mansion but it will remain exactly that - a job that can only be dreamt of!

Perhaps I'm not cut out for working full time and will ultimately end up as a tramp. Perhaps I'm in the wrong line of work, or perhaps I'm in the right line of work but the wrong industry. You know what the really frustrating thing about it is?..

I just don't know!

Forbidden Fruit

I popped into a supermarket recently, with the intention of buying only a couple of items, so I didn't think it necessary to get a basket. As tends to happen when scouring the aisles and their half price offers etc, I ended up with a large handful of items. One such item was a couple of grapefruits which I'd put in a bag and hung over my forearm to leave my hands free for other items. When I got to the checkout I unloaded my items onto the till and paid for them as per usual. It was only once I'd left the store I realised that I was still holding the bag and hadn't paid for the grapefruit!

Now I was faced with a moral dilemma of sorts - should I go back to Somerfield and cough up for the grapefruit or simply just keep walking, and later on take a bite from.. forbidden fruit?

What would you have done?

The Legend Continues

Still here, still blogging.

Yup.

A Fresh Start

I decided after God knows how long away from the blogging scene (if you could call it a scene), to start another blog and see what happens. The most likely thing is that I'll probably end up moaning about the same stuff I used to moan about, hence the url "round-in-circles.blogspot.com". If I can steer clear of old habits and not "chase my tail" so to speak, maybe I can come up with some proactive things to say that might benefit society as a whole (fat chance but you just never know unless you go).

My initial thoughts at the moment are how many years before someone actually stumbles upon this and reads it...?