Things exist before 12noon. People exist before 12noon. Business exists before 12noon. People, going about their business exist before 12noon. Now, this is something that I’ve always known, but only recently just appreciated.
Last Friday my family and I went down to York for my graduation, for which I had to get up early. Well, early for me. About 8.30am. All these people were lining the streets; hustling and bustling about. “Where do people come from, mummy?” I asked my mother. She declined to answer, telling me that education wasn’t what it once was. And this on the very day I graduate!
I realised this thing that people, businesses and things existed before 12noon throughout the whole weekend. I was staying in a hotel over night (when I staggered there at 4am I pressed the intercom and went “Erm… I think I’m in room 47a, or something…” - I wasn’t, but they let me in anyway) and their fire alarm decided to go off at almost exactly at 8.30am. When you’re probably still drunk or maybe just starting to become hungover, half naked in a nearly pitch black room (hotel curtains are quite good) and there’s a VERY loud siren going off above your head AND you’re not used to getting up it can be pretty awful. And pretty devastating to find out there’s no fire and you get half way down the stairs until someone tells you. Most people weren’t even on their way; just getting dressed. Like Sarah, who was down the corridor from me who apparently refused to go outside until she had changed out of her short shorts.
Anyway, I had to check out at 11 and I wasn’t best pleased from the feeble amount of sleep I’d got. The next day there was an (amateur) film crew filming at my parent’s work and I’d expressed an interest in helping them out. So that meant getting up at 8.30am to go in with my Dad to work. I stood up ALL day. I mean from 9.30am until they wrapped at about 4pm. No sitting. No eating. That’s cool, though. I know what it’s like with these kinds of things, however this crew is nothing like I’ve experienced before. They’re all really nice, which is, erm, nice but a lot different to my past experience of crew. It’s good to add to my C.V. though 
I’m going back this Sunday to “help” them (or, as it nearly always means with these things, stand there and watch and usually be in the way some how).
My fourth lot of 8.30am was on Monday where I had to go to the job centre where they confused me about my application. I gave as good as I got, though. By the end we were all so confused we just decided to stick me on whatever I was on before. Great.
I start my new job next Friday, so I’m going to have to sign off anyway. How confusing. I’m half looking forward to sorting letters, but there’s a large part of me that’s really not. The money will be great, as I haven’t earned for WEEKS, but the fact it’s temporary and there’s no future in it pisses me off. Stupid recession. Had to be when I wanted to find a job, eh?
Gosh, my life’s hard!
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