My recent blogging has been sparser than my non-existent Christmas tree and I don't even have a valid reason for this, except my mum had a baby. Which isn't really an excuse.
I've just been spending so much time with him recently that I secretly wish he was mine. My mum has the baby blues right now which makes it even easier for me to pretend.
I'm in a very odd time right now. I don't know where I want to be anymore.
Beth's present still hasn't come. :|
Our kitchen isn't finished either.
My school had Christmas dinner today and to get some extra cash I offered to help out. At 12 I arrived outside the dining room and then went to see what I was doing. I was told to serve potatoes with those grabby BBQ spoon things. Obviously I did this until everybody that wanted potatoes had them...all in all about 750 people were given potatoes for dinner by me and they pretty much came in a constant drizzle of people. Imagine the pain I felt in my wrists from all the potato grabbing. They were seriously ready to fall off.
We got Christmas dinner of our own for free after our shift. It wasn't good so I'm glad I didn't pay. Plus I was shaking like a Parkinsons patient, probably due to my limp wrists. Excuse the pun.
I'm happy I got through the ordeal without panicking, without being sick, without fainting. The rushing around and being focused helped with my ill feelings and so I didn't particularly mind.
But it got me thinking: why are the British always in a rush? We create insane traffic and then get angry about it. We shout at people when they are too slow. We get irritated when people are slightly late. Everything has to be done Right. This. Second. At school, bells ring to let us know when break is so we go toddling off like Pavlov's dog.
Why do we live in such a society?
Why are we controlled by time and never quick enough?
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