||[Jan. 17th, 2010|12:21 am]
|||||Disturbed - Prayer||]|
Right, the last time I wrote anything vaguely sensible on here was over a year ago.
What's gone on since then?
Well, I qualified ACA (that means Mr Accountant to y'all) in exam terms back in July 08 or something, had the necessary time served by end of Jan 09. Did job interviews in Oct/Nov 08, got made an offer by a firm in Surrey who then withdrew it - much swearing. More interviews followed, and I had an interesting one. Meet the partner in a pub, we chat, he ends up with the phrase "you're a bit self-confident, a bit too arrogant" and invites me back for another interview. Get an offer from this firm on Christmas Eve 2008 and take their arm off at the shoulder.
Handed in my notice at TMC first week of Jan, with the phrase "Morning Sarah, can I come and ruin your day?" This put management en masse in a bit of a shitty mood, and since I hadn't told anyone else in the office they were all wondering what was going on. Deceitful little shite, me? Yes, actually. Got a memorable text later that week "Don't want 2 pry but are you thinking of leaving us?" when Emma/Sharon et al found out.
Did the househunting thing, looked at all manner of places in Wokingham and fell in love with a 1 bed flat in a converted Victorian thing with a Travelodge-stylee annex out the back (we're in the old, and thus good, bit) and finally moved in with Vickie and sans any housemates. Had a substantial prune of our collective possessions in the process, built some furniture (shelves, tables, etc) and a year on, despite the growing number of sharp things in the kitchen she has not yet either killed me or sold my kidneys.
Work has proceeded well, I think - they all seem happy enough to have not sacked me; I'm currently almost 4 months through a secondment to a "FTSE listed financial institution" who are having some asset management issues. Hopefully this ends at the end of February as I can't hack the commuting to Croydon for much bloody longer. I've managed to keep a few audits, they've been designated as "mine", and the fact that the bloke who did them before doesn't want them back helps!
Archery. Yes. Well. Target panic bites again, shot the Nat Indoors in Feb 09 aiming 8 ring at 2 o'clock. Qualifying went 105 (with a miss!), 116, 115, 116, 115 for 567; eliminations went 118/119/117/117/116 for 587 and losing to Simon Terry by 2mm on the third (and thus measured) arrow. Field season was largely shite, but I got my gold arrowhead at Dearne so not a total writeoff. Didn't make the World Games team, didn't do the Europeans because I was shooting like a monkey with Ebola and thought paying to do that in a foreign country was a bit much - as it turns out, it was 30-35 degrees C there and hellishly humid. Quite glad I didn't go, I would not have distinguished myself. Bought a GMX, shot it a bit - either lots of 10s (1243 FITA with no sight marks) or lots of 6s (day 2 at Penicuik) so decided to part with it.
And that gets us up to here, more or less. In family terms, Alice (my cousin) has got married; Joan (grandma, dad's side) finally faded away shortly after; the Aussie side have been fading fast losing two or three this year, one to cancer on Christmas Day, which must have been a bit of a bastard; Jo has moved in with Toby having finally left that flak-jacket foxtrot that was Djanogly for an upmarket private school in North London that comes with it's own cottage at discount rates, and she's now got a pair of rabbits that eat anything within toothrange of the ground including two phone cables so far; Phyll and Pete are still in Langham in the Limes, although I think Phyll's battles with the garden are becoming more of a battle of attrition as she can't manage it all on her own for much longer (so I go and take down trees etc on a semiregular basis); Vickie's family are still all with us and the next generation has started in the form of Lillian Krystyna (sp?) which is slightly scary.
What else? I have a new car - the Volvo had a chassis that was starting to rust more heavily than was acceptable, so it had to go, I am now Mondeo Man (2.0 diesel, 53mpg) which is more affordable. Vickie and I went on a holiday in September to Cornwall courtesy of my parents and stayed at Pemberknowse where we used to go for holidays when I was a kid - nothing changed, but they've mercifully moved those bastard bow-fronted glass cabinets so there's less risk you dump the tea tray into them. Was really nice to escape to somewhere quiet and by the sea. Decided that I miss the sea and want to be closer to it in future. OK, gotta admit it, I have been thinking more and more recently that if I was to chuck archery here and now I would miss it but not feel I'd fallen short. Done more than most people ever will, shot for GB, been in the top 10 in the world, so if I was to do a Malynn (RIP - that was another one, Paul Malynn, an absolute legend of an Aussie archer that I regrettably never met, died of cancer this year) and chuck the lot off a bridge I could move to another sport and see what happens without really looking back. Keogh did it for windsurfing for a few years, tempting to do the same. But in practical terms, I won't do it because I still enjoy it in a masochistic way. I'm not ready for golf, and that's the only other option around here.
Oh, and I made Channel 4 (and apparently ITN lunchtime) news as Mr Grumpy from Wokingham having spent an hour and a half standing on a platform waiting for a train that never came a few weeks ago. This was after having got stuck on the M25 and ended up sleeping in the office at Croydon just before Xmas... I have printouts to prove I was working at 2.45 in the morning.
And that's about it. And as it's past midnight, I'm going to bed (God, how old am I!) so I can get more than 6 hours sleep. Current Croydon days: bed at 10.30ish, wake up 5.30 so max 7 hours kip for 4 months now. I don't need much more than that, to be honest, but I do need a _bit_ more. So weekends now involve a serious attempt to get at least 10 hours solid sleep, and this crap is cutting into that time, so screw you all.
I'll leave you with this little line:
And sometimes, I wanna see the sunshine
The night is cold, I can freeze so hard
And sometimes, I wanna see the starlight
The moon is dark, we can see the stars forever!