So, first ever posting.
Well, not the most exciting of days. Fairly ordinary as things go.
Got up early, went to work, worked, then finished, now off home.
Most people who know me will attest to the fact that I hate getting up early and I hate having to travel to work.
You see, I am a commuter. I travel alongside the approximately million other people desperately keen to get into the city, day in, day out, from all sorts of locations not there.
Why commute?
Because I enjoy it? I think not.
Because there's nothing better than sitting (if you're very lucky) on a crowded train (which, incidently, this morning had no heating so was approximately 5 degrees) for at least 30 minutes? Erm, no.
Because the city is buzzing and there's nothing quite like working there? Eh-uh (noise that the Family Fortunes buzzer makes when you get a wrong answer).
Because it's cheap, reliable and easy to travel into London by train? Hmm. Don't get out much, do you?
Really, I can think of no good reason to commute other than I have been sucked into the cycle of jobs that only exist in the city. Boo.
However, I am trying to get out whoop! (I have been trying to get out for a while now but this just makes me more determined than ever). I am currently applying for jobs nearer to where I live.
Makes sense, eh? Well, I think so.
I just can't imagine the joy of not having to get up at 6.20am just because I know that if I don't there won't be a seat available on any train before 10am. Or being able to pop home at lunchtime to feed the cat (his name's Bob and it's his birthday on Thursday - more about him another time).
So, wish me luck in my quest.
I'll keep you posted...
