faded dreams and blue jeans

I'm sore. Muscles I haven't used for years have come out of retirement and are now picketing for the right to go back into retirement. Why did I decide last night would be the perfect night to drag my bike out from the back of the shed and cycle uphill to my sister's house? It's only a couple of miles away which makes it even worse, but I haven't seen my bike for four years let alone thought about using it for anything other as a handy stand for my jacket...

And when I say I cycled there, I cycled some of the way, realised bike gears don't seem to work the same as car gears and had to wheel it up the steepest parts of the hill, so it was a kind of cycle/get off and walk pitiful attempt... And how come I know the way back to my house is downhill from hers, and yet last night it was all uphill?! How is that possible? Was there some kind of shift in the Earth's gravitational pull that switched downhill to uphill without it hitting the news? I knew I was unfit but this was rediculous.

I'm sore...

I've just come from a "chat" in my boss' office. They're restructuring my department, my heart kinda sank when I heard that because I've always known my position is the one that they could justify getting rid of straight away. So I'm already thinking, this could be good, it'll get me out into the jobs market again and that'd be great 'cause it'll get me working at something I enjoy again. But no. Even better than that. I'm swapping roles with the woman in our department who's responsible for maintaining the web pages and setting up links to electronic journals and databases.

A job I applied for a couple of years back but didn't even get an interview for because my boss hated me at the time.

Yay! I might actually remember what it is about working in this place that I liked for a while!

I'm really excited about this - can you tell?

forgot to post this last week - oops!

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