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Well, I haven’t felt the need to write for a while, but it’s been an interesting couple of weeks. I’ve now left Wolverhampton and am on the hunt for jobs in sunny (no, really) Coventry. It’s a bit strange living with my Dad again, but also quite cool – for now. I’ll be looking to get my own place by the end of the summer, but for the time being it’s quite peaceful.
I’ve spent most of the last week helping my Dad out in his garden, sorting out the pond, building a rockery and shifting 500 Kg of gravel and top soil from the garden centre into position around the pond. At the moment I’m supposed to be trying to work out the volume of water in the pond so I can add some treatment solution, except that I can’t hear the doorbell from out back and I’m waiting for a delivery of a graphics card and monitor that should be here already. Bloody City-Link. In any case, the equation to work out the volume of a segmented cylinder is complicated to say the least and it’s been a while since I inflicted brain damage upon myself with mathematical problems. For those that are interested:
DAMN THE FACT THAT I DID A POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY AND HISTORY COURSE!!
So, as I brush off the cobwebs from the side of my brain that usually deals with this kind of problem (along with my scientific calculator), I can’t help but reflect on what it is that I’ve been doing at Uni for the last 4 years. Sure, I’ve learnt a lot about war, international politics and the history of conflict, but does that help me now?! One of my friends has done an engineering degree, so he’s probably set for life (though not a lucrative field, at least it’s stable). However, when talking with him the other day, it took him 4 or 5 attempts to identify a 2D diamond, after going through some other 2D shapes, including circle – scary that one day I might be sitting in a plane that he will have helped design…
But then again, even if my degree isn’t of any immediate help in getting me a job it will allow me to get on a good graduate course, which hopefully WILL help me get a decent job in international politics in the future. Ugh, I’m 23 and facing the prospect of yet MORE education – what a gyp.
I woke up extremely late today, having spent most of last night chatting on VOIP to one of my mates over in the states before playing a bit of BF2142. Of course, this was made extremely difficult by the fact that i’m currently using a woefully inadequate graphics card – my X1950 is back for repair (again) due to a temperature issue. Dave, or “Hat” as we call him, is a good bloke – he granted me access to a few journals I needed whilst writing my dissertation. Don’t worry, my university has a subscription, but their access is dire and many links are out of date - so Hat wasn’t breaking any copywrite rules. It just made life much easier.
Problem of the Day #2: I need a job
Since finishing uni, these late nights and late mornings are getting more and more frequent. I need a job so badly – i’ll be moving back to Coventry soon to get one. I’m going to miss Wolverhampton though, i’m going to miss it a lot. But within a few months (hopefully) i’ll be renting my own place with my best mate, and going back and forth to some temple of boredom for 8 hours every day. Looking forward to the cash, and the whole ‘New Life’ thing, but it’s all just to get a bit of money to do a graduate program in International Relations – it won’t be a career or anything. I love international politics, it’s just so interesting.
I feel really sorry for my friend inn. She had her heart set on going to the Download festival this weekend. Instead she’s broken out in chicken pox and, presumably, is feeling worse and more itchy by the day. She’s a great character, always seems happy – even when it’s clear that she is deeply troubled – and always makes an effort. Even so, this must have come as a real kick in the pants. I would have invited her down to Wolves for the weekend for a few beers and barbeques with the guys, but I also lack immunity to chicken pox. I wouldn’t really care about getting it if it weren’t for the *ahem* personal complications that can arise from adult males getting it in their twenties or later.
Well, i’m off to Coventry in a few hours to chill in the City of Peace and Reconcilliation. It probably wouldn’t be called that if the guy who gave the city that moniker had seen areas like Hillfields and Wood End, but still, it is a nice city. Outside of the city centre, Cov is so green and relaxing, and I just need somewhere like that right now. Wolves has been good to me, but it is nevertheless a rather grey and bland backdrop that tends to rub off on the lives of those who live here.
Just typing this has made me look forward to leaving Wolves behind, only to return for the occasional Poker night or Party with Rafe – my strange, bedreaded housemate. Roll on Coventry…
