Sunday, 26 February 2017

Access Some Areas

Hello dear readers!

Starting the job I probably should stop referring to as ‘new’ has led to some sizeable changes to life at Seated Perspective Towers.

It has meant an end to even the most modest of lie-ins; a need to rise early, deal with the animals, grab a bite of brekkie and enough coffee to function as something resembling a human being, and then gird my loins (look it up, it’s fascinating), for the horrors of the morning commute.

It’s also meant a reintroduction to breakfast TV.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Worth The Wait

Hello dear readers!

Sunday mornings are one of my favourite times of the week. A time of calm, a time of modest indulgences (second cup of coffee, you say? Oh, go on then), a time when the stresses and strains of life are put firmly to the back of my tiny little mind.

It won’t last.

Friday saw the end of the training course at my new workplace and, from tomorrow morning I’ll be expected to actually do something resembling the actual job. This means that, as the day progresses, the nerves are bound to kick in. It also means that Friday night saw your friendly neighbourhood seated person attend a night out to celebrate this transition as well as the birthday of one of the training group. It did not get off to a particularly good start.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Knowing Me, Knowing You.

Hello dear readers!

You know inspiration is a funny old thing.

I’ve been writing this blog now for about 20 months and, after a somewhat stuttering start, have missed only a small handful of weekly offerings.

It can be difficult, coming up with something for you, my gentle readers, to endure come Sunday evening. It’s especially tricky in the weeks that are very much like the preceding week. The weeks when it’s all quiet on the western front and not exactly a hive of activity on the eastern, northern or southern fronts either.

Luckily, a single incident was just about enough to get the attention of my errant muse.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Hold Your Water!

Hello dear readers!

This week’s offering has been ever so slightly problematic. It’s taken more than the usual amount of thought and effort to come up with something for your perusal (yes, as hard as it may be to believe, some thought and effort do go into this)... And it’s for a slightly strange reason.

Thing’s are actually going quite well.

Yes, life is pretty good at Seated Perspective Towers at the moment. A situation that is good for the blood pressure but not so good for blogging subject matter.

Luckily there is one tiny little fly in the ointment...

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Wheels Within Wheels

Hello dear readers!

Less than a week into my new job and I’ve already started taking time off.

No, I’m not playing hooky. I’m not swinging the lead, or any other associated metals. In fact Friday’s day off was pre-booked even before I’d signed in on Monday morn.

And of course there was a very specific reason for doing so.

Sunday, 22 January 2017

On The Buses

Hello dear readers!

You join me this week, in a state of mildly excited anticipation, a state that will probably only build as the day wears on.

I start my new job tomorrow!

Yes, finally, after what seems like millennia spent waiting for the bewildering amount of checks to finally be completed (see here) the day has arrived. This time tomorrow I will be an honest(ish), hard(ish),working, contributing member of society once more.

Of course there’s still plenty to be done before tomorrow... and I have the small matter of public transport nagging at the back of my mind.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

All Good Things

Hello dear readers!

You find me today dawdling in the Doldrums.

The frantic days of the festive period are firmly behind us. The tree is down, the tinsel is away and the last present has finally been handed out. In place of this dizzying kaleidoscope of activity, a holding pattern has emerged in the Seated Perspective household, a period of waiting, of expectation. A period of potential frustrations. It is a time requiring patience.

Unfortunately patience is not a commodity I’m overly equipped with.