1867: Golden Time

Started watching a new (well, new to me) anime a little while back after finally finishing Silver Spoon. It’s called Golden Time, and I’m not entirely sure how I became aware of it, but it was in my Crunchyroll queue and had intrigued me, so I decided now was the time to check it out.

On paper, it’s a fairly straightforward slice-of-life anime. Protagonist Tada Banri is starting his new life at university, and in the process meets a number of new friends, including the obligatory harem of potential romantic interests. Of the main cast, however, the most interesting — and the one highlighted in the show’s opening and ending titles — is Kaga Koko, a strikingly beautiful young woman from a privileged background who has shown up at Banri’s university in pursuit of her childhood friend and supposed love of her life Mitsuo. Mitsuo, meanwhile, wants nothing to do with Koko, having surreptitiously switched universities in an attempt to get away from her, but she wasn’t about to let him escape that easily.

Central to the show is the developing relationship between Banri and Koko as the former tries to help the latter come to terms with the constant rejection she gets from Mitsuo. It’s a troubled and unconventional relationship, and doesn’t follow the usual tropes of anime romance stories, largely because Koko is such an unstable but delightfully fascinating character.

When Koko is alone with Banri, we see what is clearly the “real” her. She’s frank, candid and honest, and willing to open up about her feelings — though she’ll pretend that she’s putting on a front to garner sympathy from others. Occasionally she lets some obvious, genuine feelings slip, however, such as in one of the early episodes where she complains to Banri that no-one will talk to her because she has the reputation of being “that rich, beautiful girl that is out of everyone’s league”. Banri consistently gives her the time of day, however, and quickly falls in love with her; she rejects him, however, and puts him well and truly in the “friend zone” with her constant and emphatic reiteration of What Good Friends They Are.

When Koko comes across Mitsuo, though, her whole personality changes. She becomes obsessive, jealous and irrational. When she sees Mitsuo with the adorably cute Chinami, whom Mitsuo has taken a liking to, she is extremely rude to Chinami; Chinami, however, is a lot stronger than she looks, and brushes off the torrent of abuse she gets, even going so far as to deliberately try and befriend Koko in later episodes. Koko claims to Banri that the person she is when she’s with Mitsuo is the “real her”, but it’s abundantly clear that the complete opposite is true; the only person with whom she can truly be herself is Banri.

The other interesting twist in the tale, aside from the complex and difficult relationship between Banri and Koko, is the fact that Banri is an amnesiac. Prior to the events depicted in the show, Banri was in an accident that cost him all of his memories from before he turned 18 and left for university. He doesn’t remember who he is, what his personality is or what his relationships with others were like. As the show progresses, he starts to uncover things about his past — and I’m only a short way in so far, so I’m not sure how far it goes, but it has a lot of potential to be very intriguing indeed.

Interestingly, Banri’s amnesia is depicted not only by him struggling to recall things, but by a ghostly apparition of his past self that occasionally narrates short sequences. The ghost describes himself as having “died” the day of the accident, and that the current Banri is nothing but an empty shell. Again, things aren’t that simple, though, as amnesiac Banri starts discovering ties to his past — and the fact that people whom he thought were strangers and new friends actually have a lot more to do with him than he initially thought.

There are two big things I like about the show as a whole: one, that it’s constantly raising new questions and drawing the viewer in through Banri’s journey of self-rediscovery; and two, that a lot happens in each episode. So often with slice-of-life anime, things just sort of pootle along for a while and nothing really happens; this is fine, so long as the characters are strong enough to carry this sort of nothing-really-happens story, but Golden Time sidesteps this style of slice-of-life in favour of something that, while obviously the stuff of fiction, is plausible, believable and emotionally engaging.

I literally have no idea how things are going to turn out by the end of the 24-episode run, but I’m looking forward to finding out. I’m enjoying the show a whole lot so far, and cautiously recommend it to anyone looking for a slice-of-life show with a bit more depth than many other offerings.

1866: Going Out, and the Perils Thereof

I’m writing this from our restaurant table. We’re right near the open kitchen and the food smells amazing. My mouth is watering just thinking about eating it, particularly as it’s something a little unusual and different from our norm: it’s Caribbean food, which I have had before, but not for quite some time, and it’s not a cuisine I’d say I know well.

Unfortunately, it’s also 10.30pm and we’ve been here since 8pm. We’ve only just sat down, only just ordered, and God knows how long it will take for the food to actually arrive at our table. This has, as you can probably imagine, soured the experience a little.

I should have seen it coming, of course. It’s Friday night in the city centre, and that was a busy time back when I was at university. Over the last few years in particular, the city centre has undergone extensive regeneration — the restaurant we’re currently sitting in is part of one of these new and restored buildings. With new and shiny buildings — and an expanding student population at both of the two city’s universities — come hordes of people, of course. But I hadn’t realised until now quite how ridiculously busy it gets in town.

This is probably nothing new to those of you who live in busy, bustling cities around the globe. But for me it’s quite surprising. Southampton never felt like a particularly big deal, and Going Out used to be something you could do on a whim. It was often quite enjoyable to do so — friends and I would often take impromptu trips to local watering holes like Lennons and Kaos, and we’d always be able to get in and have a good time.

Not any more. Going Out appears to have become something that needs to be planned well in advance, that involves lots of standing around waiting, and that, frankly, just isn’t particularly fun any more.

Perhaps it’s my age. Perhaps it’s the fact I’ve practically been a hikikomori for the past few years (and am largely comfortable with this). Or perhaps it’s the pitiful organisation of this place that saw us waiting for more than two hours to sit down, let alone eat. Whatever it is, I don’t count on myself doing it much more in the future, unless the occasion is very special indeed.

On the plus side, however, between writing the last paragraph and this one I’ve eaten a plateful of whitebait for the first time in about 20 years, and it was every bit as delicious as I remember. So at least the food is good. Worth the wait? Questionable, but at least the tedious and rubbish part of the evening is over.

1864: Trying Times

It is, as they say, a Difficult Time in my life, as regular readers will know. I also find it somewhat unfortunate that said Difficult Time in my life is coming, as with the previous Difficult Time back in 2010, shortly prior to my heading off to something that should be fun, exciting and pure escapism: my trip to Boston for PAX East. (I hasten to add that this Difficult Time is for different reasons to the 2010 Difficult Time, thankfully; I’m not sure I could go through another 2010.)

But, as difficult as it is to stay positive sometimes — and believe me, it is extremely difficult to stay positive right now — I need to focus on the things that I’m doing that are worthwhile, and that could potentially (hopefully!) lead to future happiness.

I have a real piano in my own house for the first time since I left home, for one thing. That’s pretty cool, and as I suspected I vastly prefer playing it to my electric piano. The electric, though awesome and great-sounding, simply doesn’t “feel” right thanks to being on a somewhat wobbly keyboard stand, and the sound of it coming out of an amplifier isn’t the same as the real thing at all.

Said piano is hopefully going to be the centrepiece of at least some of my future work, and I’m making all the efforts possible to make the music teaching happen. I’m getting business cards printed, I have a listing on one of the biggest online music teacher directories in the country, I have my own website and, once the business cards arrive, I’ll be giving them out to local music shops and other establishments in the hope of drumming up some business.

I’m also going to be doing some work for the local Music Service. I only have a couple of hours of this secured so far, but hopefully that will lead to more regular future things. While a couple of hours certainly isn’t going to pay the bills, it’s a foot in the door, which is good.

Then there’s a few writing-related possibilities in the pipeline. I don’t know if any of these will come to anything just yet, but hopefully they will.

And then there’s a few other potential means of making some money out there, too, all of which I’m exploring in the hope of finding something that will allow me to support myself and remain at least reasonably happy for some of the time. In practical, realistic terms, it’s probably more likely I will end up mixing and matching lots of different things, which maybe isn’t ideal from a “stability” perspective, but will certainly keep things interesting and exciting — and more importantly, allow me to work on my own terms, which is something that I’ve come to crave.

I am trying to remain positive. I really am. There are good days, and there are bad days, and there are days that are sort of in the middle that can go either way. Today has been one of the latter kinds; let’s hope tomorrow is a good day. Only one way to find out though, huh.

1862: Eat Well

So, how is this whole Slimming World thing going?

Pretty well, actually. I’ve lost over a stone since I started, and while I do occasionally feel like I’m “missing out” on some things that I previously would have grabbed and enjoyed without question — I’m talking about obviously awful-for-you-but-delicious things like cakes, anything involving pastry, McDonald’s breakfasts and all manner of other dreadfulness — on the whole I don’t feel like I’m starving myself, because there’s usually something around that I can eat and enjoy without feeling hungry.

And I think that’s the key part of this. Often I’d eat something just because I was feeling hungry, and there was also a certain degree of using it as a “coping” strategy, too; I’d reward myself with something tasty if I felt I “deserved” it, and it was never particularly difficult to think of a reason that I “deserved” it, whether it had been a good day or a bad one.

The nice thing about the Slimming World programme is that I can actually still do this if I want to — I just have to reward myself with something that isn’t a cake or a sausage roll or something. Fortunately, there are plenty of things that I do like that are “free” on the programme, so that’s not too much of an issue.

There’s also the fact that there’s quite a few pleasant surprises in terms of recipes and things that count as “free”. You can have as much meat as you like, for example, so long as it’s lean, and stuff like pasta and rice is also free. (Microwave rice is not completely free, mind you, as there’s a bit of oil in there; it’s still only 1 “syn”, though, so it’s not super-terrible, as you’re supposed to have between 5 and 15 “syns” per day.) I like meat, so it’s good to be able to just snack on some nice chicken pieces or something; better for me than crisps, for sure, and maybe possibly nicer? I’m not sure.

Andie also looked up a recipe for a Slimming World-friendly dessert the other night. The website has an impressive collection of these (along with various main courses), so we chose the Apple Betty. It came out really nicely, and tastes great. It’s not syn-free, but it’s fairly low on the guilt scale, with just 2 syns per slice. Best of all, it “feels” like a “proper” dessert. I love desserts; they’re probably my biggest weakness. So to be able to still enjoy them and stick to the programme is great.

I’ve also been really impressed with the Slimming World ready meals that recently launched, exclusive to Iceland. They’re good quality food and substantial portions; I’ve certainly never finished one and felt like I could eat another one, which is a criticism which can be levelled at other “healthy” ready meals, particularly the rather stingy portions from Weight Watchers. I’ve also been impressed to discover that it is indeed possible to produce a “syn-free” sausage, and they taste pretty good, too. I have no idea what they’ve done to them to make them syn-free, but they make for a great and guilt-free sausage sandwich, which is something to be celebrated.

Anyway. I’m glad I’ve been able to stick with it even with all the unpleasantness that’s occurred recently. It would have been so easy to just give up and slip back into my old ways, but knowing that weekly weigh-in is coming every Wednesday helps jar me back to “reality” and make me think that I don’t really need to eat something awful for me just because I feel a bit crap; I can eat, by all means, I just need to be more mindful of what it is that I am actually eating.

Success so far, then, but I still have a long way to go before I get to where I want to be. Hopefully this journey will continue in the right direction.

1860: Silver Spoon

silverspoonI finally got around to finishing off the anime series I’ve been watching off and on for some time now: Silver Spoon. And I enjoyed it a whole lot — the amount of time it took me to watch the damn thing from start to finish was more a matter of time than the fact I wasn’t enjoying it, I should add.

Silver Spoon is an interesting anime because although it technically falls in the “slice of life” category, it eschews the usual “high school harem” situation that genre usually favours, instead presenting an uncompromising, realistic, educational and non-judgemental look at the world of agriculture.

Now, you may not think that sounds like a particularly thrilling premise for an anime, but it really works. At least part of this is due to the fact that the protagonist Hachiken is put in much the same situation as most members of the audience when they start watching Silver Spoon: he’s bewildered, doesn’t know much about agriculture and is frequently surprised, distracted and horrified by some of the things he finds out. Over the course of the show’s two seasons, both the audience and Hachiken go on a journey of discovery and learn a lot about the sometimes harsh truths that members of the agricultural industry have to deal with every day.

The show doesn’t shy away from matter-of-factly explaining about how livestock is reared only to be sent to the slaughterhouse — and how animals that aren’t “good enough” are treated differently — though it doesn’t resort to shock tactics like actually showing the slaughtering process. (There is plenty of poo, though, and the occasional cow giving birth — though again, you don’t see full gory detail; it’s mostly about Hachiken’s reaction rather than shock value.)

It also doesn’t shy away from depicting the grim realities many modern farmers face: rising debt levels, ranches having to close down due to insufficient business, and children of long-standing farming families feeling forced into taking over the family business when they’re barely out of school. There’s a nice degree of drama to the whole series, delivered in an interesting, compelling and occasionally heartbreaking manner through Hachiken’s interactions with his classmates, all of whom have ended up at the agricultural high school in which the show is set for different reasons.

The show’s run is currently for two seasons, and while the second season does wrap up on a satisfying, suitably “final” feeling episode, there are still plenty of unresolved plotlines to explore that I believe have been covered in the manga the show is based on. Hopefully we’ll get the chance to see a third season someday, because it really did turn out to be one of the most surprisingly enjoyable anime series I’ve had the pleasure of watching for quite some time. It’s witty, it’s funny, it’s heartfelt and it has something to say without beating its audience around the head with The Message.

If you’re looking for something a little bit different from your usual fare to watch, I can highly recommend checking it out.

Check it out on Crunchyroll.

1854: Next Steps

I bought a piano today. This is not something I thought I’d ever be able to do, but it turns out if you look around a bit, you can actually get a decent (albeit somewhat aged) piano for a very reasonable price.

In other words, if you eschew regular music shops and instead go for a more “direct” approach, you’ll often find much better deals.

I acquired my new piano (which arrives on Wednesday) from a local business called Bryant Pianos. I stumbled across this site during my search for a place to acquire a piano the other day, and decided to pay them a visit this weekend. Bryant Pianos is, it turns out, a business run from home by the eponymous Mr Bryant, who has a workshop full of pianos that he acquires, restores, repairs and then sells on. (Sometimes he acquires, strips them for parts and then sends them off to the great piano graveyard, too.) He’s also a piano tuner — a useful person to know when you have a piano.

Anyway, I made an appointment to pay him a visit, and we did so today. I took a couple of bits of sheet music with me — Chopin’s Preludes and Liszt’s Consolations, if you were curious — and tried a few out. I don’t know an awful lot about different piano makes, to be honest, aside from the fact that the grand piano I grew up with — and which still occupies my parents’ living room — was a good (and expensive!) make because it was a Steinway. I was familiar with a few other makes but not in any great depth; I’d heard of (and probably, at some point, played) Knights, Bechsteins, Rogers(es), Challens and various others, and also knew that new Yamahas were both very nice and well out of my price range for the moment. Bryant didn’t offer any Yamahas, but he had the others, so I gave them a go.

The Rogers was the oldest piano there, hailing from 1906. It had a really nice, rich, full tone and, apparently, weighed an absolute ton, being a distinctly old-school upright piano. Its action was reasonably nice, though it proved a little difficult to control at times, particularly when playing more delicate phrases.

The Challen looked nice — somewhat “school piano-y” in a 70s sort of way — but had a rather clangy timbre that caused me to discount it quite quickly. The action was nice, but it wasn’t the nicest piano there, nor was it the cheapest.

The Knight hailed from the late ’40s and had quite a nice sound, but a slightly rickety action that, a little like the Rogers, made it difficult to control at times. It’s something I could have probably learned to live with, but while there was the choice there, I didn’t see any point in “settling” for something that wasn’t quite right.

The Bechstein, which was the one I ended up going for, had a good sound and a pleasing action. It wasn’t quite as full and rich as the Rogers, but it still sounded good, and, perhaps more importantly, it felt pleasant to play. I went back and tried the others a few times just to make sure, but felt confident that the Bechstein would be more than adequate for my needs. Bryant did say that due to its age — it’s from the ’20s — it probably wouldn’t have a huge lifespan, hence the fact it was one of the cheaper instruments in his workshop, but that it would be fine for a while yet. That’s fine with me; I need something to get started with, then if (when?) the money starts rolling in I can consider upgrading to a newer model. I’d very much like one of those shiny black Yamahas, but I can’t help but feel that’s a while off yet!

I’m looking forward to having a piano in the house again. I’ve had my electric piano for several years now, but it’s just not the same; sitting and playing it on a wobbly keyboard stand with an amplifier of questionable quality spitting and popping at me is all very well and good, but even the small amount of “setup time” required to get that going was enough to make me not play nearly as often as I should. Having a piano at which I can just sit down and play should hopefully change that; I should play more, and, all being well, it’ll form at least part of my 375th career change in my lifetime. So that’s nice.

1853: Waifutine’s Day

The whole “waifu” thing is something I find quite interesting.

For the uninitiated, a proud declaration that someone is your “waifu” (or, optionally, and possibly spelled differently, “hasubando”) is something oddly peculiar to fans of Japanese popular entertainment. It goes far beyond simple attraction to the physical depiction of a character — particularly since it’s very rare for anime- and manga-styled media to have unattractive characters, particularly female ones — and instead is to do with how the character is depicted: usually a combination of artwork, animation, voice acting and writing.

I say it’s peculiar to fans of Japanese popular entertainment because you simply don’t see it happening with Western entertainment. People might be sexually attracted to someone like, say, Doctor Who’s Amy Pond; people might be attracted to the intelligence of someone like Deep Space Nine’s Jadzia Dax; people might simply want to hang out with someone cool like Robin from How I Met Your Mother (yes, these are all examples from my own personal tastes; please feel free to replace them with your own choices, including gentlemen, if you so desire) — but it’s pretty rare for someone to proudly and simply declare that one of these characters is their “waifu” (or just plain “wife”) and develop a borderline obsession with them. Among other things, it’s seen as creepy to have an obsession with a “3D” person, whereas when it comes to “2D” characters, pretty much anything goes as far as most people are concerned, since they’re not “real people” in the first place.

Perhaps it’s to do with the contrast between animation and live action: in Japanese popular media, we get animation covering all sorts of subject matter and for all ages, while in the West, with a few exceptions like Archer, The Venture Bros., South Park and a few others, animation is still seen very much as children’s entertainment, and live-action is seen as more appropriate for adults. The thing with animation is it depicts a heavily idealised perception of reality where pretty much everyone is physically beautiful and completely visually distinct from one another, and a lot of characters fall into easily definable, easily categorisable tropes that people can latch on to and identify as being appealing to them.

In this way, the declaration of a “waifu” could be argued to be a distillation of a person’s individual tastes. It’s rare (and undesirable) to pigeon-hole real people into neat tropes like tsundere, kuudere, ojou-sama and the like, since real people are complex; meanwhile, it’s expected in anime and Japanese games. These characters are deliberately exaggerated interpretations of particular personality traits; in reality, everyone might have a bit of all of these tropes in them, whereas when we’re talking about animated entertainment, one of these tropes tends to be the defining characteristic of a particular character. In other words, by declaring a particular character to be one’s “waifu” you are effectively nailing your colours to a particular personality trait’s standard and declaring that this, above all others, is something you find appealing for whatever reason.

And it doesn’t even have to match how you feel in the “real world”. I’m crazy about tsundere characters in games and anime, for example, but if I was confronted with someone who was that bitchy and mean to me in reality, I’d be quite uncomfortable. (Although if you listened to Andie and I insult one another on a daily basis — without meaning any of it, I might add — you might question my assertion here.) Likewise, something like the yandere trope can be extremely compelling — your favourite, even — in fiction, but something you would absolutely want to stay the hell away from in reality. (And with good reason; if you’re not sure what a yandere is, I’d urge you to go and play School Days through a few times; if you hit the “Bloody End”, then you’ll soon figure it out.)

On a vaguely related note, having now completed three out of the four endings of Akiba’s Trip on the Vita, I’m fairly confident that Rin will be my waifu from that particular work of interactive entertainment. And I will fight anyone who doesn’t agree she is best girl! 🙂

1852: Stay Unsafe

Let’s talk a little about Health and Safety.

Health and Safety (because the two are inevitably linked together as some sort of single collective concept) is one of those aspects of the modern world that, like its distant cousin Political Correctness, is often ridiculed. And quite rightly so.

This isn’t to say that doing things safely isn’t important, of course. I would not attempt to rewire my house because I know I would probably blow it up. I would not stand on a rickety old plank above a bed of spikes because I know I would probably fall off or break it, and also I’m not a platform game hero. I would not open a gas tap in a science laboratory and then drink from it like a water fountain.

These are all things that normal people wouldn’t do. These are all things that normal people have enough common sense to not do. These are all things that normal people don’t need to be told not to do — or if, for whatever reason, they do do them once and survive, they probably don’t need to be told not to do them again. One of the ways we as humans learn things is the primitive but effective means of hurting ourselves and then realising that we really don’t want to feel that way again. We start doing this as children, and while we may do it a little less as adults — we’ve learned most of the things that hurt by the time we reach adolescence, in most cases — there’s still the occasional situation where you’ll do something unfortunate, hurt yourself and learn something from the experience, whether the injury you suffer is a stubbed toe or a broken arm. And that’s absolutely fine. It works. It’s how we’ve evolved. And it’s how we’ve survived until now.

The trouble with Health and Safety as a modern concept is that it works on a lowest common denominator basis, going by the assumption that everyone has absolutely no common sense and/or ability to learn from their mistakes whatsoever, and must therefore be warned of absolutely everything that has even the slightest risk of doing anything to them ranging from a slight bruise to ripping off all their limbs and head, leaving them as nothing but a bloody torso.

Even the most stupid people, in my experience, know how to protect themselves from incidents at both ends of this spectrum, however. Your average person knows how to walk up a set of stairs without falling over as much as they understand how they probably shouldn’t attempt to fellate a chainsaw while it’s running.

The organisation I’ve just parted ways with is obsessed with Health and Safety. And this isn’t an exaggeration. They plaster it all over their internal documentation, that safety is their number one concern. And for certain parts of the business in question, that’s probably not a bad thing, given that there are workers who deal with dangerous things on a daily basis.

Trouble is, none of those dangerous things are in the office environment, and yet the quasi-religious fervour that the Health and Safety zealots beat themselves into (carefully, of course) on a daily basis is still very much present and correct. We are talking about — and this is not an exaggeration — an organisation where you get reprimanded if you do not hold on to the handrail while walking up and down stairs; where if you’re carrying something that requires both hands, you’re expected to walk to the other end of the building and take the lift instead; where employees are encouraged to report each and every supposed safety infraction they happen to see; where you have to “risk assess” and wear a bump cap if you as much as drop a pen under your desk and go down to get it.

It’s utter nonsense for a number of reasons. Firstly, there’s the sheer amount of time it wastes. Meetings begin with a discussion of safety that is, more often than not, completely and utterly irrelevant to the main topic of the meeting — and, again, covering the sort of “common sense” things discussed above. Time is set aside for employees to down tools and work on “safety activities” to promote safety to their colleagues — and if that sounds like some sort of awful school project, believe me when I say that the eventual execution of these activities is equally excruciating, not to mention yet another waste of time.

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, is the culture of utter distrust and paranoia this creates. Employees are encouraged to report any safety infractions they happen to see using a special dedicated system (that, naturally, takes an unnecessarily long time to work your way through) — and, yes, this includes happening to see anyone who dares to take their life into their own hands by not holding the handrail on the stairs. Aside from that, though, the constant beating over the head with “safety” issues that everyone gets on a daily basis gives across the distinct impression that absolutely no-one is trusted not to cover themselves in jam, jump into a wasp’s nest and then set themselves on fire unless they’re specifically told not to.

It’s doubtless some sort of legal issue, where the company needs to be seen to be “protecting” its employees from all the big, bad, horrible things in this world that might kill them at a moment’s notice. But, as with anything, you can take things too far. And this is taking things much, much too far. It’s patronising, insulting and a waste of everyone’s time, and yet no-one ever seems to question it. It’s quite scary in a way; it’s almost cultish behaviour.

Still, I don’t have to worry about it any more. But I do kind of pity the people who are stuck there who have never known any different. It’s an exciting and dangerous world out here; a world where we are free to let go of the handrail and see where life takes us. Sometimes we climb the stairway to strange and wonderful new places; others still we might slip and fall and come crashing down to earth. Both can be helpful, valuable and even enjoyable experiences. But if you never let go of that handrail, you’ll never know.

1851: Bollocks

So, I lost my job today. It’s the third time depression has played a partial role in me losing a position, and the second time I’ve been treated like absolute shit by people who were supposed to be supporting me, effectively putting me in a position where it was either get fired or be forced to resign. (Regrettably, in this case, I was not given the opportunity to do the latter.)

I was pretty furious earlier. I may have bellowed an obscenity in the face of the person who fired me. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but I don’t regret it one bit. The person in question is someone who, along with a couple of others, has contributed to me feeling like absolute shit for the last couple of weeks. So no, I don’t regret it; they deserved it, and moreover, letting out that shout was enormously cathartic — so much so that I pretty much felt the last couple of weeks of stress leaving my body through my mouth.

I guess I should be grateful then? But fuck that. I do feel surprisingly better than I thought I would, however; I was in tears while this hideous process was going on, but once I got home — after a horribly gruelling journey up the shithole of a motorway that is the M27, hopefully for the last time — I was pretty calm about the whole thing, and ready to look for the next step. (That said, thinking back on it is making me a bit angry, so I’m going to stop doing that for the sake of my own sanity right now.)

Anyway, all this puts me in a position that I was planning to put myself in at some point soon anyway, albeit a little sooner than anticipated and without any of the groundwork I was hoping to lay before I put myself in this position.

I’ve come to the conclusion that working in a corporate environment like that simply isn’t for me. There’s too much scope for two-facedness, lying, backstabbing and general unpleasantness. There’s no reason for these things to happen, of course, but having spoken to a number of people who have had various office jobs, it seems that it’s pretty much par for the course with that kind of position.

Not only that, but I have absolutely no patience for an organisation that puts policy and procedure ahead of individual welfare and performance. I’ll leave specifics for another day, but suffice to say that this place was rife with ridiculous policies and procedures that served as little more than excuses to get people into trouble — and it was also host to the nanniest of nanny-state, wrap-everyone-in-cotton-wool health-and-safety bullshit-obsessed nonsense I have ever encountered in my life. So, aside from the regular income, I shan’t miss it one teeny-tiny bit, aside from the couple of people there who were genuinely decent folk just struggling on to get things done amid all this nonsense.

The plan, then, is to try and strike out on my own; in the past, while working from home has occasionally been lonely and stressful in its own strange way, I vastly prefer it to long and tedious commutes with toxic atmospheres at the other end. I can control my own working hours, I can take on the work I want to take on and I can simply get on with it without other people interfering with me. This, it seems, is my optimal means of working, and it’s unfortunate it’s taken such an unpleasant experience — and six months of wasted time — to confirm that to me.

I have a few avenues to pursue, one of which is something that I’ve considered trying to make a living from in the past: music teaching. I’ve done a little of this on the side in the past before, but only a few pupils. I know it’s more than possible to make a very healthy living doing this, though it takes time to build up that solid base of regular pupils. That means I’ll be looking for freelance or temporary work in the meantime, likely with an emphasis on writing and/or editing. It’ll also be a good opportunity to brush up on my web design skills, which in turn will open up opportunities for other work.

As horrible as today’s experience was, it’s ultimately a good thing, I think. It’s given me a push to not settle for a job where I’m miserable, and instead to actively seek out things that I am both good at and enjoy.

I feel there’s a long and difficult road ahead of me, but I feel ready to start walking it. Wish me luck.

1850: All Wound Up

The last couple of weeks have been shit. And they are likely to continue being shit. Particularly tomorrow which, without going into details, promises to be a real humdinger of a never-ending, toilet bowl-splattering, sloppy half-digested poo of a day.

I shan’t go into details for various reasons, but suffice to say I am Not Having a Good Time. I feel marginally better now than I did earlier today — more on that in a moment — but for the most part I am reaching one of those “troughs” with regard to my emotional state and mental health. And oh boy, it’s a deep one. I’d go so far as to say that there have been times in the last couple of weeks when I have been feeling pretty much as bad as I did when I hit my previous lowest ever ebb back in 2010 when my then-wife and I parted ways. That’s not a record I particularly want to try and beat.

There was one positive amid all the crap, though, and that was that at Slimming World this evening I had successfully shed another 3lbs, even amid all the stress, anxiety and depression that the last couple of weeks have caused me. I candidly admitted during the group session that my ongoing success — I’ve now lost over a stone in total — was one much-needed positive thing in the middle of a horrible period in my life, and that I was thankful for the support the group sessions — and the overall structure and targets of the programme — were providing me in this difficult time. I walked away with the “Slimmer of the Week” award, which was somewhat unexpected, and which netted me a bag full of (healthy, “Free Food”) goodies. So that’s good.

Almost everything else is shit though. And it looks like continuing to be shit for the foreseeable future right now.

I could be pleasantly surprised. But I’m not holding my breath.

Perhaps I should. Shit stinks, after all.