Writing? Or Ranting?

Well, I guess to be a writer, I have to actually write. Of course, now that I have to write, I don't want to write anymore. Writing has become a boring chore, something I have to do for someone else on topics I despise (Marxism. I read Sophie's World a long time ago - do I have to relive all that now?) in timeframes that are unachieveable.

Ranting however. Ranting I can do - no problem.

For example. Yesterday I realised that I live on a train line. Not sure how I missed it when I did the property inspection, or when I moved in, or how I missed it generally when it is all I can see from the balcony. Or how I could miss it when my nephew and nephew-of-choice were waving at trains for 4 hours straight last weekend. Or how I could miss it when I have to cross the tracks to get coffee (well, the good coffee anyway). Or how I could miss it when I can hear the trains going past.....

What it did take was a string of visitors coming into my apartment and saying, "Oh, you live on a train line?".

"OH MY GOD is that what THAT IS???!!?"

Yes it finally came to me this morning. I live on a train line. This explains everything. Thank you to all who pointed it out and enabled me to finally see that I live on a train line.

Needless to say I got out of the wrong side of bed this morning. Grumpeeeee. I don't think it's because I'm turning 32 tomorrow. Or because I had several glasses of red wine while doing my new picture wall (I am SUCH a good photographer). No, I'm grumpy becuase I had to get up and go to work.

Despising work is my new thing. I despise it with every atom of my being. I hate stockings. I hate peak hour traffic. I hate that I lose my ID card when I'm bursting for a pee and can't get out of this prison to go. I hate that I lose my ID card and can't get back into said prison after doing anything that could be considered "fun" outside the prison, and run late for something "important". Two good things about work - stationary, and getting paid. Not in that order, either......

Needless to say here I am, blogging (in a break so it's kosher). Of course I'm a Virgo, and therefore a perfectionist, so not only do I despise work with every atom of my being, but I do it perfectly. I also am obsessed with doing everything at work perfectly, so even though I despise it, I still do everything and do it well. I hate having OCD.

My house guest on the weekend made a few comments about the perfect nature of my apartment, some jokes about my perfectly hung towels and his compulsion to mess them up. Lucky for him he didn't mention the train line. Because that would have been ugly.