Working 9 till 5....what a way to make a living

I woke up today with sunburnt arms from yesterday's garden lounging thinking "Yes! Another day to top up my burns"! Alas, it was not to be. In true English weather style, it's not stopped raining since this morning. In 24 hours we've gone from strapless-top sunbathing to double layers and stick the heating on. Bummer.

However, I shall not let it get me down. Ok so I can't carry on with my gardening (yes that's right I did say gardening: hanging baskets, flower troughs and vegetable patches, I'm turning into a right little Miss Greenfingers!), but I will use the opportunity to play on my Wii and read that new book I've been meaning to read. Or maybe I'll use the spare time to do something productive like making some jewellery, walking my brother's little rat dog, write a few more stories, etc.

Nah. Wii it is.

I signed up to a short, business admin course today. I have many years experience of brain dead admin work, but I just don't have the official Brain Dead Admin Work qualification. How could I possibly even think about entering into a mind-numbing job sitting in front of a computer all day, typing words on to the screen and filing away paperwork without a piece of paper saying I'm mentally able to do so??? (gee, I hope my sarcasm isn't showing through too much here...) Perish the thought. I can't believe the job market has become so competitive that I need a qualification saying I can type. I've been doing it quite successfully for over ten years, is that not proof enough?

Anyway, the course isn't costing me anything and it'll put a little something extra on my CV. When careers advisors ask me what it is I'd like to do in life and I reply with "find and marry a rich, dying old man and wait for him to snuff it so I'll never have to work again" they chuckle pleasantly, as if they think I'm joking. Compare that to sitting at a desk crunching numbers from 9am till 5pm along with all the other sheep, I believe it's preferable. So what if I have to - on the odd occassion when the Rohypnol I've slipped into his Horlicks wears off - play a game of "hide the wrinkly sausage"? It's still bearable compared to doing a dull, repetative desk job every day and wishing I could be somewhere else. Maybe I'll slip myself some of that Rohypnol so I can sleep through the whole event. See, there's a silver lining to every cloud.