One small step for the Sheep...

... one giant step for womenkind! Watch out for my PimpMobile cruising down your streets ladies, the Sheep has just passed his driving theory test!

Ok, so that's nothing special considering 90% of people in cities drive... duh. But in London, I've never had the need to drive. The tube and buses (when it's not striking, experiencing signal failures, or going through fire alerts and terrorist shootings) actually works quite well.

But it's the job. Frickin throws me everywhere but near home, so I end up commuting long hours or racking up the taxi bills. Besides, it's not really romantic saying to your date "let's take the jubilee line home, switch at Finchley Road to the Met Line and stop off at X for a 15 min walk to my place in Y."

It was a CLOSE pass though. Scored 30 out of 35 (any lower and I'd have failed) for the theory, and 50 out of 75 for the Hazard Perception test (that's a safe margin, considering I've only had one driving lesson, I think this high score is due to my gaming experience... I've driven more than my fair share of tanks, trains, planes, cars, buses, lorries, etc in the virtual world!)

So the next thing is to learn to drive. Take a few lessons, then take the practical test, then I can get a car of the company lease scheme! Alright!

The Material Sheep

Surprising how a simple £250 award can make you itch to spend. I've been browsing shops today looking at new clothes, new shoes, new suits, etc... and deciding that, in fact, I'd like to buy 'em all...

Unfortunately, £250 can only get me so far. I've narrowed it down to:

1. Guitar something. Amp/FX box. Need to fix my electric one too.
2. Pair of Timberlands/shiny new work shoes
3. Some clothes during the post Xmas sale.

Anyway, went ice skating today. Was supposed to go the ice bar after (everything was paid already) but a mate of mine fell onto the ice, collided with someone in front of him who promptly dropped onto his head, smashing his face onto the ground. He broke a couple of teeth, messed up his front row teeth, and started bleeding. Not good.

To keep from spoiling the birthday girl's night (and damn, her sister and I had something going I think, bit of a spark there!), and also coz this is my mate who's injured, me and a couple colleagues took a cab with him to a nearby dentist.

The doc fixed him up good, but obviously couldn't stop the swelling. Poor guy's wife is flying in in 4 days... I can't imagine he's too pleased about that... he's a good looking lad, and the ladies fawn over him (bastard, that's why I got him in my band, I hope to catch some distraught fawners he rejects), so he's not used to looking slightly ugly with a swollen cheek and lips.

Anyway, it's late. Gotta wake up in time for shopping and the Kong tomorrow.

Happy but Sad

Today's a strange day. I'm writing under the influence of alcohol. Don't know how many i had. I'm high, but I don't think I'm drunk. But I'm depressed. I think I'm one of those people who get depressed through alcohol. Not the ones who get happy.

Anyway, it was our firm's Xmas do today, went to a film studio, which was alright. At the same time, some of the bosses footed cash to pay for drinks throughout the night which I think was a fantastic gesture. Must thank them, coz it completely slipped my mind (to thank them) while I was there drinking....

So there was the quarterly award ceremony for outstanding achievement. I heard the usual spiel about contribution to the firm etc, and heard the names called out. I was losing interest when suddenly the big boss talked about a client I worked on. I could hardly believe it, but I won an award! £250 extra cash, not bad for Xmas eh?

I'm real pleased about that. But real sad that I'm still terrible with women. I'm really losing confidence with this socializing with women thing. I can approach girls I'm not interested in easily. Did that many times throughout the night. But if I'm interested, I fuck up big time. Tongue gets tied. Feel self-conscious. Feel like I'm saying and doing all the wrong things. So I give up halfway while trying.

I need to read that Double Your Dating guide by David DeAngelo. I need to put it into practice. Coz I'm feeling miserable when it comes to women. Sigh, got work tomorrow and it's already 2am. I hope I can wake up in time.

Resistance is futile

No, I didn't buy an Xbox. I managed to resist that. But I couldn't resist spending. All because a friend and I ended up in Oxford Street last weekend. I was trying realllll hard not to whip out my wallet and buy stuff. Then, I thought "F*ck it" and decided to kill off my hard earned cash.

Bought myself a new video card. Will also be shopping this weekend for a flash new pair of Timberland sneaker/shoe thingies. Too lazy to find a photo. It's late, it's been a long day, I only want to rant.

Long days... man, the hours have been MAD the last 2 weeks. This week itself will be a 70 hour week once Friday's over... just so much to do, and I'm being really inefficient with these new areas I haven't covered on other jobs. God, hate being the new guy sometimes.

There'll be more spending ahead... I've fallen for corporate marketing spiel, and will be spending to make myself happy. Only I'll end up depressed coz money, as John Lennon would say, can't buy me love. May his soul rest in peace.

Temptation

Man, I ALMOST bought one of those devilish white boxes. It wasn't the games that tempted me, it was the fact that these things are selling out fast, and I'd get bragging rights as one of the first owners of an Xbox 360. Exclusivity sells.

Worse, my senior manager bought one (completely at arms length of course, meaning the unit was sold at retail price), which made me want one even more. To see him beaming away, picking up the snazzy white box (complete with wireless controllers, hard drive, memory stick, etc...) on his way out... I would have whipped out my chequebook in a flash.

But i resisted. My money can be better spent elsewhere. I'm not allowed to sell the fricking thing on ebay (now retailing for about £580!) anyway, due to ethics policies. Sigh.

I may have resisted this week... but the problem is, I don't think I'll be able to withstand the temptation to rip out a cheque next week... another week walking past the sleek, alluring exterior of that dastardly device... will I succumb?