Hello again my wonderful, clever friend.
I’ve got the whole day off, and so far I have done a massive amount of fuck all. As soon as I’m motivated I’m going to do my nails, tidy round, perhaps make some tea. It’s nice to slob around and do nothing sometimes, and I always end up randomly researching something online. Today I’ve been looking at possible gifts for future birthdays for people, and then I ended up going on travel sites because Pops and Wendy are looking to go away soon.
I’ve not had the good fortune to be able to travel around in my life, but there are zillions of places I have in mind that I’d like to visit for a week or so. There are some places that I’d like to tour around (America, Canada and Australia) and then there are a few places where I’d like to stay for an extended period of time, a few months. One of these places is the south of France – to live a slow, peaceful lifestyle, and eat amazing pastries and ride about on my pashley and terrorise the French men with my scary English ways.
The second one is a bit of a dream I’ve had for about 5 years. I’d love to go and stay in Cuba for a few months.
The country has fascinated me ever since I started reading about it, and everything about the place just screams appeal to the adventurer in me. I think that might surprise people who see me as a bit of a princess. Luxury resorts and rooms with marble bathrooms and beds the size of swimming pools are all well and good, and that’s nice sometimes don’t get me wrong… but this is something else.
A few months sounds like ages, but it’s actually a massive island, so I think I’d need such a long time to explore it. There are lots of the aforementioned luxury resorts, that are all-inclusive. But if I went, I’d stay in the casa particulars – this is where Cuban families rent a room inside their house. You can have as much privacy as you want, but they will also cook meals for you if you need it, and give you some local advice. It’s much cheaper than the luxury hotel and they have to abide by governmental standards so there aren’t likely to be any nasty surprises – plus it helps the family out and you get to see how they really live. Sounds amazing to me.
Plus it’s basically paradise:
I’ll have to save for a long, long time before I can go there though. And although I think I’m independent enough to go on my own, I think I’d get lonely and it’d be sort of missing something not having anyone to share the experience with.
Anyway… it’s good to have dreams.
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In my day to day life, things have changed a bit.
The most significant news is that I have started a new job at a marketing and advertising company in Sheffield. The best part is, I mostly got the job through being cheeky, and although I tried hard to show them how awesome I was in the interview stages I’m not sure they were convinced; but they seemed to like my attempts anyway. I only started this week so I have a long way to go yet, but so far so good. The job I am doing, helping to manage accounts and daily admin stuff is coming to me fairly smoothly, and I hope to be able to offer them a lot more as time goes on. It’s a steep learning curve, not just in terms of the tasks I’m expected to do, but more the environment and managing good working relationships with the different people there. I’m trying to keep my head down and just observe at the moment.
Despite being (alarmingly?) candid about my feelings on most subjects in this blog, I’ll have to be careful about what I say about work. Suffice it to say I’m generally happy and feeling very positive overall about the whole thing.
In other news, I’m still having steady and official relations with Daniel. We argue every time we talk, almost without exception. He has a tendency to jump on everything I say, and I have a tendency to be very defensive. I’ve honestly never had a boyfriend (or friend) like him before in my life. He’s very opinionated and judgmental, and he says the wrong thing a lot. I think it’s because of this that people misunderstand him. And he also exudes a degree of arrogance (some people might accuse me of the same thing) which I both like and dislike in varying measures, and he constantly underestimates me – which again I have mixed feelings about. Since I met him, I’ve always tried to be quite generous with him. In arguments he accuses me of martyrdom. Now, I’ve been accused of being spoilt in the past (errr, and present), you know, that basically my dad gives me everything I want. This is entirely inaccurate* but I am very privileged. I’m thankful, but unapologetic about that. It’s important to me to share the things I have with my close friends, in particular those that don’t get the same benefits that I do. And that makes me feel happy, and good. If that makes me a martyr, then so be it. Daniel has never been given anything, and hasn’t ever had the support that I have had. He mistrusts people inherently.
He’s a very difficult and frustrating boyfriend. But to me, he’s gorgeous. Thankfully he doesn’t read my blog, otherwise I’d probably get in trouble for airing this. I think that it’s testament to how strongly I feel about him that despite his misgivings, I always make excuses for him, and still want to be with him – I know he’s not perfect but I love him anyway. Those that think I’d be better off without him might like to just consider that a bit.
Me & My Man (thanks Tor!)
That’s all for now. I have next Wednesday off too so maybe I’ll update y’all then – unless some kind soul would like to take me to the cinema to see inception or toy story? Orange Wednesdays! You know you want to.
* e.g.: ” ME: Pops can I have an Audi R8 please? DAD: ….no.” See. Don’t get EVERYTHING I want, do I.
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