Whatever you are be a good one.

It’s been a while since I’ve used my ‘blog’, I do use the term loosely, my laptop died on me. And being a poor and lowly imaginative type it took me a while to actually save for a new one. But here it is. Probably not what the one I always wanted, but I love it now and that is the most important thing. 

So seen as it’s been a while, i thought I’d give you an update on my job search… and there it is. Since getting my job at Evans there hasn’t been any motivation inside me to search for something else. I have actually found a shop job that I enjoy, unlike a lot of my friends who are stuck in the same shopping center and hate what they are doing. So this then gives me no push, no motivation to actually try and find something inspiring and satisfying for me to do. 
Until recently.
Since Christmas has finished the entire country has been feeling a bit shit. We can all admit it, it happens every January, it’s not a new feeling for any of us. However, is does become more real when you don’t have exams to distract you from it actually being the month that is shit. Not just revision. And then my Dad got the news that he could be made redundant; although he seems to be taking the news rather well, and seeing it more of a opportunity to seek other dreams it will mean the family will have to pull together and tighten the purse strings. So i got to thinking, it probably would be much easier if I actually had a better job rather than the part time work I have at the minute. 

So here I am, ready to find a job. 


Where the fuck do I start.

When I was younger, it seemed that when we grew up our job would be something very simple and enjoyable. Everyone is forced feed the obvious job titles when we were little, builder, cowboys, dancers and the most popular, running your own cafe. Personally I wanted to be all of the above, I may have even considered being an astronaut for a brief week or two. But I wasn’t the only to flit from one career to another, everyone changed round and served a different selection of doctors, vets and teachers that appeared that day. 

Even growing up, half the adults I knew all had a simple job title. My mum, auntie, a few other aunties, were all teachers. My dad worked with houses. The most exciting job I knew off was my auntie and uncle who owned a kennels; basically in my eyes they got to play with dogs all day. 

Growing up you are told to do your best in school, college, and join as many groups as possible, just to make sure that you are able to do what ever you want to do when you’re older. But nothing I did when I was younger really pointed me towards a job, I went horse riding, swimming, dancing, joined the guides, I even did taekwondo for a few months. I didn’t become an athlete of any kind and never have looked like I have a pure talent for anything I took an interest in. Of course this never put me off trying something because I enjoyed it.    

However the actual job titles out there don’t seem to reflect what we all learnt when we were younger. And trying to find something that I am going to enjoy is proving ever difficult. Like when I was younger, I tend to take an interest in various things, of course now it is narrowed down as I haven’t qualified to be a doctor, teacher or clown. So settling down to something is a big step. HUGE. Nearly half of my friends are now taking an interest in teaching, which is fine, (Although it looks less likely every day that I’ll ever escape people talking about Ofstead) but I don’t want to do something everyone else is doing. I want to have my own thing. When somebody asks, do you know someone who can do _____? I want my friends to be able to say “Yes I do!”.

The only issue now is trying to find something that I want to do… any ides let me know. 

xoxo

Tonight heralds the return of Downton Abbey to ITV. Obviously there is a big a fuss about this, and being a huge fan myself I can not wait. For the first series I watched it alone, tucked up in a dark student house, with my laptop nearly over heating. This series brings a whole new host of enjoyment, purely because I can watch it with my parents, on a lovely big TV and be warm; not to mention all the drama that comes with the show itself. 

I understand that not many people my age would be caught watching Downton, in fact I am the only one I know who is my age and watches it out of choice rather than because it’s just on. I have been brought up with historic and period dramas since I was younger, not because my parents acted on them, or were a part of making them. Just because they were such geeks, shows like Dowton were never off our TV screens. Even now they sit and watch ITV3 all day when they can just to get their fix. And now, like other before me, I have caught the bug, wanting to watch what happened all those years ago. If I was to bring it down, it could be called a historic soap, you get all the juicy bits of gossip from the characters, just there is a more obvious class divide than in Eastenders or Corrie. However calling it a soap would do it a great injustice.. I love Downton and to compare it to anything else just wouldn’t be fair.

It’s not only the show that makes me love Dowton, it what comes with it. You know that when it starts showing again that Winter is in the air. You get to cuddle up in your jumpers, settle down with a hot chocolate. Shut the dark and cold out and emerse yourself in good television. 

lovely xoxo 

Recently I have happened to notice a slight up rise in the number of places that have meerkats available, it isn’t just zoo’s and south Africa any more, it seems to be EVERYONE. I’m not talking about people on my street, I have yet to see a domesticated meerkat being walked along next to a poodle. But instead of select places owning the animals and making them a special treat for a day out, it seems anywhere is now able to claim ownership of some of these creatures! 

Before anybody gets worried, or offended I’m not blaming the meerkats for anything, I like meerkats, in fact after visiting the Yorkshire Wildlife Park the other day most of the pictures I took were in fact of meerkats. What I worry about at the minute is what this rise in popularity might mean for the animals. 

 I’ve check it out and they have the lowest conservation status around, there isn’t anything to gain from their bones, nor do they have enough meat on them to be worth killing. Unless you are, of course, starving. But you have to wonder if the current trend continues what could it mean for them? They could end up being sold on the black markets, smuggled into build up areas to become someones pet, or at the worst, somebody, somewhere might come up with a meerkat stew. Of course that is an extreme, and from the many talks I have had on Meerkats while being at Zoo’s and several other places, it’s clear that they are more than capable of breading to keep up with the current demand. 

Just speculating, but you wonder what their conservation status might be in twenty years.

You know who I really blame though. Compare the market.
Bastards.
xo 

p.s I’ll upload some of the pictures in good time..