I nearly quit my job!

...ahem. So all day today I've been agonizing what to do, whether I hate this job enough to leave. Also I've had the Smiths song "Frankly, Mr Shankly" in my head, but I don't actually know the lyrics or the tune, so it went more like
Frankly Mr Shankly I know
I know
It's serious
to the tune of Girlfriend in a Coma. There were times where I could have murdered her it was going pretty well, and I thought to myself "you know, it's really not that awful, if you just worked shorter hours on weekday nights, you'd be happier". Then I'd see a butt-ugly chav in a stolen BMW merrily chucking the rubbish from four whole meals out of his car window, next to another chav car chucking the rubbish from four whole meals out of their window, and I'd think "That's it, I'm out." But then Jon was unexpectedly human with me, and we had a laugh about my beard growth, and I thought "Aww, I can't tell him I'm leaving!" But then the general goodness of the day declined, and by the end of the day I was ready. I went for a pee, then marched into the Office and confronted Jason. "Frankly Mr Jason," I said, "This position I've held, It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul." I then continued: "I want to leave, you will not miss me." No, not really, I paused, composed myself, and blurted out "I'd like to ask about quitting." "You can't quit," said Jason with a straight face. "Er..." I said glancing from Jason to Larry. "No, not really," said Jason, smiling. Good ole Jason. So I mentioned I was hoping to find work at Bennetts, and he said wouldn't it be best to find work first before leaving, so I reluctantly agreed that that would be sensible and left. I felt kinda silly on the way out 'cus I wanted to do it in private but the door was open and everyone could hear and I felt kinda embarrassed and mean for leaving them. As I went out Kirk cheered me for being one of the lucky ones who escape, and I smiled, and I felt bad cus although there are a few bad'uns, there's people like Larry and Neil and Martin and Kirk and Edney and others who are genuinely really, really nice people who I will actually miss, even if I didn't talk to them much.

Hmmph. So I guess I will job hunt, and then hand in me one week's notice, and that will be the end. I will be a little sad.

Speaking of job hunting, I finished my CV and uploaded it to Monster.co.uk. I'm a little embarrassed about my CV, because it feels stupid to write about yourself. "I'm an intelligent, computer-savvy young man looking for similar female GSOH for friendship and maybe more." Exactly. Currently my CV description is "Intelligent young student," which sounds really, really stupid.

Also last night I started filling in the UCAS form online with me old china nomaki, and it was a hilariously bad rush job. Well, not actually hilarious because I'm probably ruining my entire future, but oh well. It's funny to think back to July, where I was determined to get into the best university and really excited about getting out on my own and becoming a doctor, but now I'm suddenly taking a gap year out in Japan, the prospect of living in a flat on Unthank Road seems a little tame. (I'm particularly worried that I will end up living in Japan for the rest of my life, which would be fun but not, as my sister would say, actually getting anything done.) So it's like "Yeah, whatever, Medicine course, UEA and Sheffield, hell, might as well throw in Biochemistry or something like that, who cares?" and I'm a little worried I should be taking more care with it.

But there's a lot of stuff to fill in and it has to be done by Monday and I'll probably screw it up anyway and who cares, I'm going to Japan! All my problems are solved!