So this is called... time off?

The concept of having "time off" is a foreign one to me, so it came to me as a complete surprise that we would be having a break from college. I would say in between September and December, but I'm just surprised that we had a break full stop! And yes, I am aware that I did attend this college previously some four years before, and no, they haven't changed their policy on having mid-term breaks, and yes, there is a space in time where they stop teaching.

I remember as a child when you would spend all week anticipating with salivation (I'm sure that we all salivated at the thought of it), waiting for term to end and for school to be 'out' and the whole blissful free-ness of the affair. I guess this time round I just forgot to count down to it really.

Retail? Christmas? Shit.

Working in retail desensitises you to the whole prospect of "holiday". Christmas? Pah, what is it? No one is allowed a holiday from November through to December (company policy in most places!), busy shops, long hours, hard work. In fact, now due to the bank holiday openings of many shops, most of us poor sods in retail are stuck with no real public holidays whatsoever. Having spent nearly three years not expecting a proper day off, the whole concept of a week was certainly very new to me. I mean yes, I will be working in this week off college, but I will merely be doing a couple of part time shifts instead of running around like a blue-ass fly from 9 til 5 practically every day.

Recently, I've been feeling in need of a well deserved "bed day", and today, I have done just that. I have sat in bed, read my book, ate a ridiculous amount of strepsils for my sore throat, and have only been out of my pyjamas for a maximum of two hours. This is bliss.

But I think that the greatest thing about it all is knowing that I will be back to the grind next week, as if I had nothing to do constantly, I would go stir crazy.

Me today <3

Doesn't time fly?

Michelin Man, the winter
fashion icon.

And not necessarily when you're having fun, as it's time for that winter malarkey once more. Which means: "Hello unnecessarily early nights! Hello wrapping up so much you look like the bloody Michelin man! Hello Festive season and stupidly bitter weather! Haven't we missed you!"
The short answer is no.

The long answer is merely a list of justifications against each and every one of those horrible necessities that one must partake whilst the chill of winter grasps and chokes us. Please. All I want is to be warm!

Enough of the weather chat, seeing as I speak too much of the weather on this thing to really be considered normal. I should have dedicated it to a "Brit moaning about the weather", but I think it's too late to change now.

Anyhoo. Time has passed by too quickly recently, especially with being busy and having stuff to do, and also getting older as well. I hope that it isn't just me who felt that, at the age of 6 or 7, the next birthday always seemed an eternity away (which is generally why they felt such momentous occasions, though they were merely a milestone), whereas these days, the next birthday keeps coming round sooner and sooner. I don't know whether this is down to my perception of time, or something else (some would like to believe 'ethereal'), but all I know is that it's bloody annoying and going by too quickly.

For example, now. I can't believe that it is October, let alone the best part of the way through it. I think that working in retail has pretty  much killed my perceptions of the holiday seasons as well, due to the fact that we had advent and christmas chocolates on display in time for the end of summer. Or what you could call "summer"... so I'd better say August. WHERE HAS IT GONE?
HAS SOMEONE BEEN STEALING MY TIME FOR DOING THINGS IN?

I know that I shouldn't worry, but it's just given me something to think about... like how close deadlines are without realising it. Oh dear.