Woah, 1000 views!

Hey!

I bet you can guess what this post is about. I’ve reached 1000 views as of yesterday! Yes! I feel like a complete evil genius, managing to entice so many people into the web of mess that is this blog of mine.

It all started in February 2013. Ah, what a good time that was! Studying for the last year of my A-Level’s, wondering why I’d decided to continue with English Lit, as I’d got a D at AS, and just generally struggling to tred water in the English world. Stressfully hoping that I’d get the grades I needed to get into the University I had set my heart on (Exeter!)… Hoping that I could prove my Year 12 English teacher, as well as the newly appointed head of Sixth Form throughout my second year of A-Levels, wrong about his doubts concerning my continuation of English Lit over History, which I’d managed to get a high B grade in… Man, I’m so glad that I’m here, where I am right now, about to go to the beach yet again, and ready to start up again for my second year at a University it was always hazy that I’d ever get in to.

I was probably a bit lazy with this blog for my first few months, just publishing things fairly randomly, and not in such a presentable way as I like to think that my posts have taken on in the last few months. But hey, I guess some things don’t change, I still post randomly, seemingly when the mood takes me. It picked up a bit more when I started here, at University, and hopefully has gotten slightly more regular.

Thanks whoever’s taken the time to read this, and I know that people do definitely read this now! 1000. I still can’t get over it.

But, earlier today, I did just look at a friend’s blog briefly. Over 8000 views… And she started after me! Grrr! Oh well, I love my 1000. Get blogging again Friend aka Caroline, I know you’ve been lost in Scotland for what seems like years, but get on it again!
Peace, my lovely thousand!

 

Why I Should Not Be Given Any Power

Hi,

This is just a quick post, or warning, on how you should never give me any power over anything important or that has any relation to the human race whatsoever.

I am volunteering at The Poly in Falmouth again, the first time in a while. If you don’t know what The Poly is, it’s like an arts centre, there are rooms for arts exhibitions as well a theatre and a bar upstairs. When I’m here, I work as a Box Office volunteer, which is mainly sitting at the front desk in an important looking chair – black and leathery and another powerfully symbolic object which I should not be permitted to sit in under any circumstances – answering calls and booking tickets for people who want to see the many types of events which go on here (I’ll stop there before this post turns into an advertising campaign).

I’d like to stress again, I haven’t volunteered here in a while, I mean for about three months. So obviously I’m going to be a bit rusty. But it’s just a bit more embarrasing and mortifying when I’m making really idiotic slip ups in front of real customers.

Incident number 1 and 2, (1 and 2 because it happened to two customers), I couldn’t open the till, so I had no change for the first person buying tickets this morning. Luckily they had the exact change. Second person wanting tickets is right behind them, asks for a ticket for a comedian coming here next Thursday. I start off proceedings by asking whether she wants an adult ticket, as she seemed like an older woman, with completely grey hair, but I didn’t want to offend her with slightly tactless question of whether she’d prefer a senior ticket. It doesn’t get much easier. As I’m buying her ticket for her, I realise I’ve accidentally selected a wheelchair seat for her, but luckily I changed that pretty quickly. Then there was the inevitable problem with change and my complete inability to open the till, but really fortunately, the amount that the previous customers had paid for me was able to serve as change in the exact quantity that customer number 2 needed. So, I managed to get around these two incidents with the appearance of only being a bit idiotic. And, of course, I had to remember where the key for the till was just after this second customer left.

And now on to my third big mistake of the morning. A person rang up, asking to talk to one of the important people here… Firstly, I accidentally put the phone on loudspeaker, so all of my mistakes could be heard globally by the other people who are sitting in the same room as me. Secondly, whilst I was trying to make an internal call to pass on this person to the Boss, I must have done something wrong, and I ended up hanging up on the person who had been calling. When I went searching for someone to help me around the Poly, I came to the revelation that nobody was actually here for this brief period of panic! Nobody could hear my internal screaming! So, heading back to my desk again, the phone rang again. It was the person who I had, through no fault of my own, hung up on. Still on loudspeaker, I told her that the Boss wasn’t in, but fortunately could slightly help her with her requests anyway… She’s coming in to do a training session this afternoon. A thought has just struck me. I’m going to be meeting this person this afternoon…

I’m an idiot in a powerful position. Get me out of here.

(But of course, I am just exaggerating, I’m actually moderately intelligent)…

My First Week

I’ve been here in my new house – and yes, for all those people who noticed the picture of my last post, I am living in a bouncy castley house – for the last couple of days, and what have I done so far? Er… I bought food! And… went to the beach, just because I can, finally, after so much waiting in London. Shame that the weather’s pretty dodgy and foggy right now… And, I have been looking for jobs. There are quite a few flyers in shop windows in Falmouth at the moment, and I’ve sent off a few applications. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky this time. And the sending off of applications will continue into the days to come… Fun times. But apart from that sort of stuff, I haven’t been up to too much… Yet!

Tomorrow. Well, the plan is to head down to Gylly Beach to do some beach survey thing for this project called the Shore Thing Project. I don’t know too much about it, but I think it’s roughly
 about looking out for the different types of species in the rock pools along Gylly Beach, and somehow the research will show climate change is affecting these species. Sounds interesting, and gives me something fun to do.

 

And on Thursday, I know that I am volunteering at The Poly in Falmouth – an artsy sort of place, with a theatre and a couple of rooms for art exhibitions, amongst other things – in the morning for three hours or so. That’ll get myself out of my own mind for a while, hopefully anyway.

 

And apart from that so far, I’m not exactly sure what’s going to happen next. Maybe I’ll have a firmer clue tomorrow. I know I need to book some driving lessons for some time over the next couple of weeks. That can be my next mission! I’ll be writing a post on that for sure, if it ever happens. Until then, or my next blog post, Peace out and Good Night (I feel like I’m steadily becoming a hippy person on this blog, although I’m not really one whatsoever).

Ooo Ooo, Breaking News, I just got a phone call from a driving instructor I sent a message to earlier on in the day, and now I have a session on Thursday afternoon. Yes! Watch out Falmouth… You have been warned.

New House Now

I have a house. My own house… Well, a house I rent… Same Thing Really.

I moved in on Saturday, had my first sensation of feeling locked out, as I’d arrived earlier than I had previously intended, unknown to my flatmate who possessed the keys. After checking all of the doors – you can gain access to the garden without going through the house, and possibly not something I should be broadcasting, just in case some strange people decide it’s a good idea to just sleep in my garden, but then again, this is Falmouth, not London, so who really acts like that? – to no success whatsoever, I just dumped all of my stuff under the decking – yes, I have decking now, I’ve hit the big time – I ran away… to the shop down the road to get all the essentials in life… So just tea bags and milk (shout out to tea buddies, aka Clob + Flo)…

When I eventually came back, I discovered that my flatmate had arrived, and was talking to one of new neighbours. I was then allowed into the fortress, and could finally unpack all of the rubbish which I could carry on my train journey from Paddington that day. I have the smallest room, with an… interesting, brown-coloured carpet, and an advantageous view above the front door, so I can spy on all the people who think they can gain access to this new world of mine… Beware.

So, I’ve been here just over a full day now, and I have many more stories which I still have yet to tell, but they can be saved for another time. Have fun doing whatever you’re doing. If you’re on holiday, good for you, you’re now one of us… Whoever “us” are (the most grammatically suspect sentence I’ve written in a while). And, if you’re still in school, well, good luck… Try not to become too insane…

A Long Time

Hi,

It’s been a while. It’s been so long that I’ve posted anything that the whole set up of posting on this site has changed and it’s really unnerving me. My first warning sign was, as I pressed the button for writing a “New Post”, a couple of small blue bubbles appeared on the screen, with the lettering “beep, bop, beep” appearing above it (the loading sign for the site, I assure you, I’m not going crazy or anything). And now… Well, the layout has changed! The colours are light blue, grey… The layout seems neat, with all of the different options of what I can do to this post lined up methodically on the right hand side of the screen. There’s even an option called Advanced Settings! Which I don’t understand really, I mean, there’s an option labelled “SLUG”… I’ll just leave the Advanced Settings for now, they’re obviously far too complex for my mind to ever properly comprehend… Or too unimportant to what I’m doing for there ever to be any sort of desire to figure out what this mysterious “SLUG” option means… I am here to write!

Anyway… what are my excuses for not posting in such a long time this time? I can’t hide behind the excuse of revising for exams anymore, although I should probably be doing a lot of reading for the start of my 2nd year of my degree… I’ll start soon… Hopefully… I have to buy the books first anyway.

Well, I’ve been a bit all over the place recently, and I’ve had a lot of family seeing over the last 4 or 5 weeks. I’ve seen practically everyone… And I’ve been in Devon for the last couple of weeks, having fun on go-karts, volunteering at a Primary School (briefly), where I made friends with a couple of evil twins in Reception… And I’ve been back in London since Sunday. I have a few other things coming up in the next couple of weeks or so, and I’ll be back in Falmouth at least by the 16th. I’ll try thinking of some more interesting stories to tell over the next couple of days, but for now, you’ll just have this post to keep you company. I hope that I won’t leave the next post for so long. A month is too long. Sorry about that.