I may have finished work, but it still feels like I’m skiving. It might be because I just watched ER in the morning, which I’ve only ever done when I’ve chucked a sicky or been out of a job. I don’t feel out of a job because I have far too much to do, but I’d be lying if I said that getting up at half past nine didn’t feel pretty good today.
I just spoke for over an hour with Trish in New Zealand. We chatted about the sustainable rural development project she has initiated and Hannah and I are getting involved with, as well as getting to know each other. Ideas are coming together. From the recent situation where I only knew I was flying to Cambodia but not necessarily what I was going to do there to today, where it looks like I have a few different projects to get involved with, accommodation and possibly even a job, things are crystallising. I don’t believe in any of that cosmic ordering twaddle, but I do think there’s something to be said for setting a date, creating a goal, and allowing things to take their course and opportunities to develop.
I called O2 earlier. I’m going away I said, not sure how long I’ll be, wouldn’t mind keeping my phone number for when I come back but will have little or no use for it while I’m away. Could I go on to the cheapest tariff they have? Well, the girl says, we have one at £20 a month. £20 a month just to keep my number? No thanks, I’ll cancel my contract. Then I get put through to the ‘I’ll See What I Can Do’ person. Tip. Always get put through to this person. She says they’ll give me a £6 per month contract for a year and give me £100 credit. They’re actually paying me to stay with them.
The living room is smelling halfway normal again after Saturday night. I still have green body paint on some parts of my person, so I’m looking a little like the bit just before Bill Bixby turned into Lou Ferrigno.
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