In which I go from feeling at the top of the world to sinking all the way down.
Wednesday looked like it was going to be a good day. It started off a bit hectic but when lunch came around I was able to bag the last portion of Chicken Katsu Curry from the staff canteen. I had been waiting for this to reappear on the menu since I started so I was super excited about it (especially as it has become the dish I crave). It was going to be a good day.
Then my day came crashing down around me.
Luckily events in my life have taught me that this is merely a road bump in life. At the time it may seem like the worst time in the world but you can’t go up unless you’ve been down…unless you are climbing a mountain, then you can keep going up but eventually you will have to come down. But going down is good.
In which I roll up bread and meat and cheese and create food heaven.
Ingredients: Bread and Meat
Preparation: Roll it up and bake it
I love my traditional English Easter dinner, other than Christmas it is a chance to have a large family dinner with a pile of food. A great part about being married to an American-Italian-German is that food is an important part of Easter.
When we have partaken in dinner in NY I have been sent on epic quests just to locate a piece of meat. If I’d asked someone back home in England to drive 30 miles just to purchase a piece of meat they would call me crazy…however that meat, it tasted good. I mean real good. Even when my body started screaming at me that I’d eaten more pork than I should, I still needed to keep eating.
It wasn’t like I went into dinner on an empty stomach, beforehand I’d eaten some slices of Stromboli. If you’re sitting there with no idea what this is, as I didn’t before meeting my wife, it is possibly classified as humanity’s greatest gastronomical invention (along with garlic bread or pigs in blankets).
In which I decide to take a chance and ignore the consequences…should they happen.
I’m moving jobs, again, and putting the financial well being of our household at risk. It may be the case that I’m getting a (significant) pay rise but I’m trading that for job security. I’m off to join the world of contracting.
It suits my itinerant nature, I can be like The Littlest Hobo or The Hulk moving from town to town offering my help and wisdom before moving on. Maybe tomorrow I’ll settle down but for today I’ll take the rewards. What’s the worst that could happen?
Considering it has been a whole twelve months since I last posted here not a lot has changed in the world. We still seem to be looking forward to another year that isn’t as bad as the one before it. If anything 2017 has made 2016 look like the George W. Bush of years.
It has also been a year where my creative juices seemed to have been on hold and resulted in the grand total of one post (this being it) for 365 days worth of time. As is tradition though, I couldn’t let the end of the year pass without a review and plan for the next (hopefully!) twelve months. Continue reading “2017 – In review”
Let’s be honest, who is going to miss this year. By all known metrics this has been something of a disaster of a time period. None of those shows that look at past decades are likely to linger on 2016, it is unlikely anyone will ever go “You know what was a good year? 2016”.
So as the final moments slip away like another beloved celebrity it’s time to have a look back at what I wanted to achieve this year and despair as I find out that my to-do list was hacked by the Russians.
In which I believe that kindness is in everyone of use as it’s out nature.
I think to dispel the myth that I’m an anti-social grump who hates the public I should add that I am capable of my own acts of kindness. I’m a bit like Scrooge or The Grinch, with the exception that I can be kind all year round and I don’t need to be scared into being nice.
I very much believe that kindness is not hard wired into humans because of some religious text or threat of eternal damnation, but is actually an intrinsic part of our nature. Helping others helps us and being kind is actually an evolution benefit. I came to this realisation thanks to a man from the Salvation Army. Continue reading “A Good Samaritan”
George Bernard Shaw once said: ‘England and America are two countries divided by a common language’, and it’s not hard to see why. As soon as you talk to anyone in England about America they will generally snort and say “yeah, they call football soccer” with a heavy emphasis on the ‘o’. This ignores the fact they picked up the name from the right hand side of the Atlantic in the first place. (It comes from the Association part of Association Football).
For us in Britain dealing with Americanisms is very easy as we have a constant stream of programmes and movies that are in Lingua America, so we can readily link sidewalks, fall and the always humourous fanny pack, with their English cousins. It’s not the words that form the major difference however, it’s how those words are used that forms the major part of our language confusions.
In which the worst thing to happen to me becomes the best.
I’m currently sorting through my old paperwork and in amongst the details of my mortgage and tax statements I have invoices for old cars and instructions for TVs that I no longer have. Yet I also rediscovered one of the most important letters I have ever received, my termination of employment from a certain opticians*.
It would seem odd to be happy to find a letter that says you are no longer wanted, and at the time there was some bitterness about it, but like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park life found a way and I now realise it was one of the best things ever to happen to me. This isn’t one of those thoughts I have while crying into a glass of scotch trying to convince myself it was good, but a genuine belief that being discarded by them gave me a helping hand to have a better life. I owe them a certain amount of thanks for how my life has turned out since then.
They have also given me a benchmark for how bad life can be, and it allows me to see the same in others. No job is worth your mental health and as the opposite of the saying goes, what goes down must come up. Even when I start to feel a low in life coming on I remember that the important thing is to bounce. Continue reading “I can see clearer now”
In which I tackle society’s attitude towards the petite man.
Short men make better husbands, and make up in wisdom what they lack in stature – BBC News Article
Not that this is news to me, I could have told them with all my 5’2″ frame that being on the left of the height curve means I’m at the top of the bell for being awesome. The only problem with being an amazing short spouse is getting there in the first place.
Height is the most lied about attribute on dating profiles. I can tell you in one word why the individuals who use matchmaking sites tell fibs.
I accept that I am a geek, heck my blog name declares it to be so. What I don’t understand is why many others can’t. My family and most of my friends make it sound like I should be ashamed of my social grouping. But I am not. Thankfully I have some awesome friends who do accept me for what I am.
I know fellow geeks (and nerds) who are made to feel that the fact they have obsessions that are not reported in the gossip columns or on trashy TV they are somehow lesser. I know the sons of Feanor, how is this different from knowing the names of the children of a z-list celebrity? I read fantasy novels, they read about their fantasy Mr Right.
Being a geek is only a matter of taste. There are computer, sci fi, gaming, movie, music, and sports geeks. Geeks tend to only spend time with others of a similar mindset. Just because they don’t ‘go out’ doesn’t mean they aren’t as social.