Getting old, getting fat.
Sadly, my clothes don't seem to fit me any more. They are too small and this is sad for two reasons. Firstly, I don't want to have to buy replacement clothes and secondly, I'd like to be slim and lovely.
In an effort to diminish I have acquired a badminton set for the garden and hopefully I will be able to persuade others around me to hit the shuttlecock back and forth with me. I don't really fancy running, it hurts my shins (even after six months of trying); cycling is too dangerous; swimming is not available here; etc etc.
I blame my age (41), my sedentary job, too many glasses of wine and too much chocolate.
At work I have asked my boss if I can change the year group I work in as I feel so not-useful in the class I'm in at the moment.
Does anyone reading this think they have the perfect job, I wonder?
In an effort to diminish I have acquired a badminton set for the garden and hopefully I will be able to persuade others around me to hit the shuttlecock back and forth with me. I don't really fancy running, it hurts my shins (even after six months of trying); cycling is too dangerous; swimming is not available here; etc etc.
I blame my age (41), my sedentary job, too many glasses of wine and too much chocolate.
At work I have asked my boss if I can change the year group I work in as I feel so not-useful in the class I'm in at the moment.
Does anyone reading this think they have the perfect job, I wonder?
posted by Irene Adler @ 4:34 pm
2 Comments:
At 15 July, 2005 19:27,
geokker said…
The perfect job? I wonder what that could be - it'd probably involve food somewhere for me. Persist with your badminton ambitions - it pays off.
At 18 July, 2005 23:32,
Irene Adler said…
To date I have missed not one day of badminton practice.
On the subject of jobs - medical secretaries are supposed to be very happy. I was indeed very happy for my first year when I was a Med Sec - but then I have to say I got fed up once I'd met the challenge - ie learning all those funny long medical words and getting them down in shorthand).
I think the perfect job would have to be a hobby you'd turned into your way of earning your living - something artistic/creative, perhaps.
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