The Awful Truth

I'm going to aplogise first. For lying. Because it's not midnight. It's 6am. Why am I awake at 6am? Because I'm crazy. And didn't sleep. Which makes for odd writing style. Full of full stops.
So anyway, I was thinking, the other night (a novelty, I know), about stuff. Like, life and society and ... well, stuff.
It all kinda glued itself into one huge ball of gluey mess, so I came to the following conclusions:
1) Every second furthers experience
2) Experience makes you live longer
3) Living longer means you procrastinate more.
4) Procrastination makes you ask stupid questions about life
5) Asking stupid questions about life gives equally stupid answers
And, at this point, I was about to discover how to invoke world peace and food for all. Then my brain shut down due to overheating.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that, sometimes it doesn't pay to read into things as much as we generally do. Sometimes..
stop worrying. Take a risk.

That's the great thing about risks, y'see. It's a change. It either goes to shit, or pays off.
And you know what? Risks tend to pay off. It's statistics.

I suppose the ironic thing is that, this year I'll be spending new year in glorious fabulous shiny Shrewsbury, in Shropshire.
Given the choice of:
a) South Bank on New Years eve with friends
b) Baldock to party with friends
c) ... Shrewsbury to get drunk alone and dance with old family members

which would you choose?
I can almost guarantee it's not c. Unfortunately I have no choice.

See, that's the annoying thing about the age I am. We're so full of inspiration, confidence, ability, yet it's always limited by the lack of confidence or trust adults seem to have.
It's a liberal age, we just needs the aged to be liberal. Easier said than done.

To be honest, I'm all too aware of the fact that none of this post made any sense. It was made of loose strings of thoughts, and at least writing it has kept me awake for 18 minutes. The time is 6:18.

Breakfast soon. And the world will wake to a day of mindless post-festivity consumerism to try and top up the kofers of a broken socialism.

love you all.
peace with the bumble-bees.
Good morning.

Because I'm a terrible person and am getting bored of this charade of work experience blogging, I'm going to do this last bit in one go. So here goes.

Friday 5th September (Day Five)
Today I was working back at my old place. The Children's Rights office on Church Hill in Walthamstow. Not having a clue what I was supposed to be doing, I walked in at about 10am, to find that, surprise surprise, David wasn't there yet. He and I have known each other for a while, he works at the office permanently, and seems to do nothing. Kate turned up after a while (she's the Childrens Rights officer - also lovely) and set me to work typing out a letter. She seemed suprised when I came back to her after five minutes saying "done". Apparently it takes most people about half an hour to type out half an A4 page... God only knows.
Anyway, lunch followed, I love subway, and then I sat at a desk answering the phone for a while, until I got more typing to do, and eventually went to a meeting. Then I went home. Yay.

Week 2.
Monday 8th September (Day Six)
This week I was set to be working in the Town Hall with my proper boss, Lyndsey. Somehow, I turned up half an hour early again and had to wait around for her, as she had a meeting. We set to work planning the Youth Conference for the morning and got a long way into it. Then I went out for lunch, and had the nicest smoothie ever. If there's a Zumo smoothie bar near you, order the Mango Tango. Sonice. Aaanyway, finished my subway lunch and headed back to the office. We then reviewed the MyPlace bid and phoned a few people until four. Then I went home.

Tuesday 9th September (Day Seven)
Today, I got to the Town hall at 10, and made coffee and then went to a team meeting, where I was made a fuss out of becuase I had gotten the Hazel Blears job. Then it was more phoning people, and speculating over MyPlace, and working out a plan for the Youth Conference. Lunch followed, then more of the same.
I ended up getting away at around 8, due to other meetings I had to attend after work experience.

Wednesday 10th September (Day Eight)
Was told to come in at 11, because of the late night I'd had yesterday. But forgot, and came in at 10 instead. Today Lyndsey and I were going to a DCSF meeting about ... well, god knows what. The meeting itself confused both of us, and only redeemed itself with good food which we scoffed.
While waiting for the taxi back to the Town Hall, we bumped into my mother, who had a nice conversation with Lyndsey. Rather comical, as they both have strong Belfast accents. Taxi came, and we get back to the office. A teacher from my school pays us a visit to see how I'm doing. He's an idiot. He instead tries to use it as an excuse to rant about how crap the council is. More youth conference and web design stuff. Then home.

Thursday 11th September (Day Nine)
A morning of mainly coffee and gossiping. Sam from corporate comms comes in, and we three spend a while bitching about the local guardian. Then Mark, Lyndsey's boss, buys us lunch at the, surprisingly posh, YMCA cafe across the road. Then I head off to a meeting with the new Children's Commissioner (that's work off my own back, btw) and witness the joys of Britians secondary schools (where she's deputy head). We have a detailed meeting about her proposal for a young people's media campaign, and other things. Then I race back to the Town Hall, in time to meet Lyndsey, who's been to Stansted and back to pick up her parents. We have a rushed conversation through her car window full of local government jargon. This seems to thoroughly impress her mum. Lyndsey goes home, I head back into the office to carry out the instructions I have been given. Then I go to another meeting. Then home.

Friday 12th September (Day Ten)
Lyndsey is still with her parents, so isn't in. She gives me the day off.

The END.