I’m categorising this year as ‘bad.’ 2012 you weren’t kind to me and I’m glad you’re reaching your conclusion. However, you haven’t been without a few redeeming features. You have taught me a lot with your wicked ways. Notable incidents in no particular order
My worst job disguised as my dream job
At the bad end of 2011 I was offered what I thought would be my ideal job, Social Media Manager. In February 2012 I started this job and the same day as a girl named Laura. Without going in to too much detail, because I’m hoping to give you a more positive spin on this job in 2013, I thought this job was going to be amazing. I liked the people, the work, I was learning so much, but the management changed, things became a lot less pressured and well, if it wasn’t for Laura, I probably would have upped and left a long time ago. Hurrah for Laura though, little star that she is.
I got dumped
The end of 2011 has a lot to answer for, because it really was setting me up for what I thought would be one of the best years ever.
On Black Friday (the last Friday before Christmas) I met Adam, a big, tall Brummie, built like a bear. My intention was that he would be a Christmas fling, but by mid-January it transpired that I was rather smitten by his laid back nature, culinary skills and collection of 90s TV classics. We started going out and I was very happy, but he lived in Birmingham and I lived in Cardiff, whilst working in Bristol. I can’t do long distance, it makes me (clinically?) crazy and in May it all got too much, so we broke up. I lament that if I knew then what I know now about my job, I would have just moved back to Birmingham and figured it out, but I made the best decision I could at the time and you can’t really think like that. Still, I miss that bear.
I now have 9 points on my driving license
OK, so I have no one else to blame for this but myself. However, point 4-6 were gained after doing a good deed and taking my friend in to town so he didn’t have to get a taxi, so seem a little unfair. Points 7-9 were just me being careless. Anyway, this leads me nicely on to…
I had to leave Cardiff
I decided that 9 points on my license left me with very little buffer for further motoring misdemeanors and that to reduce the risk of having my license revoked completely I should eradicate my 45 minute motorway commute for the clogged back roads of Bristol. After a mammoth search, I found somewhere I could afford on the outskirts of Bristol and in November I moved, leaving my house that I actually own a little bit of and my 4 lovely housemates.
However, I do now have a king-sized bed, on open fire and a pretty fantastic housemate called Lucy. I miss my Cardiff buddies though (but I am writing this part of this post from my old bedroom in Cardiff). One of my old housemates has already been over to visit, Lucy’s come to Cardiff and I think it’s all going to work out beautifully.
I was very comfortable in Cardiff and it’ll always hold a very special place in my heart, but it was time to move on.
My got a chipped windscreen, then got broken in to, then got a puncture, then a flat, then the wheel bearings went.
Mmm, I bought this care for afforementioned dream job. It was newer, faster and more expensive than my previous car and I resent it. It will be getting sold in the new year and I will heed the warnings not to buy French again.
The chip in the windscreen really was unfortunate, but then Autoglass attempted to fix it and that ultimately made it worse. They did give me a free windscreen though.
You can read about the car getting broken in to here. It’s still not right, but a vallet last weekend means that all the glass has gone and it sparkles.
Who knows what happened with the wheel bearings. [Shrug].
Other lessons I’ve learned
- It’s never too late to turn things around, but you don’t feel you have to.
- Respect should be earned not enforced.
- If you’re going to get a small dog, just get a cat instead.
- People are innately good.
- Travelling, if only for a couple of weeks, is awesome.
- I can’t do long distance relationships.
- Marriage probably doesn’t mean as much as we’re led to believe.
- I don’t want to work 9 to 5 for the next 30 years.
Some pretty cool stuff did go on this year though too…
- High tea with Laura
- South East Asia with Claire
- York with Sarah
- Ascot with my lovely Mum
- Boozing with Christie
- Lazy Sunday’s with Laura and Guy
- Olympic football with Gareth
- Rugby with my family and my sister-in-law’s family
And a ton of other stuff I can’t recall right now.