Proper Fucking Jobs

Jesus fucking Christ almighty, please let it all end. I am in the last two days of work before my Christmas break and I am so fucking booooored of having to do a job. Honestly, I’ve refreshed my email and the Guardian football page and the Toad stats and the other email and the Teamtalk football page and Dispatches From the Culture Wars and usemycomputer.com and another email and just about fucking everything more times an hour for the last couple of days than I can bear to remember.  I’m done, it’s over, it’s the holidays, just let us go home please!
There was a study released recently about how the last week of work is basically considered a big skive by British workers. I forget who conducted the research itself, but the Department of Bleeding Obvious seem like the most obvious candidates. I have been firing on about half a cylinder for a fortnight, just waiting to be put out of my misery, put my feet up and drink a gallon of gin in half an hour.
It’s not that I dislike my proper job, I really don’t. It’s about as enjoyable, challenging and engaging a job as I could imagine doing, it’s just been a really heavy few months in terms of workload, the house business has been wearing and I bloody well need a break. I bet I’m not the only one.
I have a stack of CDs to take to France to see the folks and my little brother and I cannot wait for the chance to listen to them through, chattering about the music and various other things, and drinking gin into the small hours. My brother and I have a ritual that involves sitting in the kitchen with the small, crappy CD player, supping gin and catching up. We’ll talk until late, get heroically pickled and listen to all sorts of new music. Most of it I’ll have already put up on the site somewhere or used in a podcast or something, so don’t feel you’re missing out, but this is one of the things I am most looking forward to about Christmas.
That and not thinking about work or the bloody house for ten days of course.
Yo La Tengo – (Straight Down to) The Bitter End
The Rakes – 22 Grand Job (Live At The Carling Weekend, Reading Festival)

