Discombobulation of life

The Chavs return from their holidays, skin burnt to a bright shade of pink and brown, still wearing shorts and t-shirts, though the weather back home has taken a turn for the worse. Unsurprisingly it is raining in England. The shrill tones of their accents pierce my ear, and I know that I have returned home. It is always the same whenever I return from foreign lands. The same people make me realise why I left home in the first place. It is not so much the accents or the burnt sjun as it is the blatant disregard for anyone else who is not in their group, that is what gets me. I also believe that this is why England is becoming less and less of an attractive place for me. Still though, given the choice, I would rather live in England than the states, but that is less to do with values and more to do with location. I know that living abroad is not necessarily better. But it is harder to block out. I do not know if there are any german equivalents of Chavs. Or if the French racaille can be described as such. Everywhere has its own version. It is just that as a newbie, we can call on our ignorance, and live in a land of make believe for a while.
One thing that I really hate, and for this I shall have to blame mobile phone companies and parents alike, is when people play music on their mobiles on the speaker system. Hearing someone else’s stuff via earphones is bad enough but the mobile takes it to another level. I have been guilty of that, the earphone thing, but I know when annoy people.

I arrived back in London over about two months ago, filled with hope and a profound belief that I had earned the right to a job. Having made the effort to come back early to look for a job, I thought that it would be a matter of weeks before I would be employed. The search for a job was not so much because I wanted to be employed; it was just something to fill in the gap between Japan and the States. I was not looking for a career and to be honest with you, I am still not looking for a career. However, should one land on my lap then I would grab it with both hands or so I thought, and therein lies my little dilemma.

The possible outcome I am about to describe, works only if all three future interviews within the next week or so are fruitful. I have never had such a success before, but I am feeling confident that my arse licking skills are coming into maturity, and I am not ready to be deemed a failure yet. The current situation is such, I am still in NC, and will return to the UK tomorrow. I have been offered a job with JAL, and I have accepted as I was terrified that nothing else would come into fruition any time soon. The job starts at the end of October, giving myself a final opportunity to parade myself around like a common prostitute, hawking myself to the highest bidder. The salary with JAL is really pitiful, and if I were not living at home, there is not way that I would be able to survive on it. And that is with the London weighting taken into account. but as my lovely girlfriend told me this morning, "some money is better than no money".  So the good news is that I have a job.

FSW Europe; against: 1. A step into the unknown 2. Sales, glorified, but still sales 3. Turn into a soulless money hungry Gollum type thing 4. Still not with Laurie So there is my list. All laid out, and should I think of anything else, I shall add to it, and should any of you think of anything else, then feel free to let me know.

This is a response to your blog about the houses. I wrote it directly on your blog, but then had to register and could not be bothered so i wrote it on here instead just to make my blog look longer.

hey you, long time, i still have not taken a look at the Uwe Boll thing, but it is on my list. I am sure that we had this conversation about houses on the way to Yume town just before i left. Stranger that. Am in NC and it is not really somewhere i would want to live. We also saw those really horrible houses in Georgia which belong to those ready made communities and you can chose your own finish as long as it remains within the parameters of the theme of the neighbourhood. will put some pics of those on my blog later, and you can see what i mean. Yuck.

anyway, i do hope that all is well.
Christian

I have just been watching Everton vs Wigan over the internet. Something called Max TV online. The quality was pretty good, of the stream that is. However the quality of the football really sucked. I only started to watch 15 minutes from the end, and the score was already 2-2. However, the 15 minutes i saw were truly atrocious. There was no fluid passing, the movement of the players was shambolic, and the ball spent most of the time in the air as defenders hoofed it towards the opposition instead of looking for a player in their own team, which i guess is a result of the bad movement i spoke of. There are not really that many teams who play good football in the Premiership. Yeah it is fast and furious, yeah it is even exciting, but the quality of the players and the play outside the top 5 or 6 teams is pretty awful. I am not sure if it is the same in other leagues, i shall have to check that out.

And then Michael "130,000 pounds/week" Ballack, complains that the House prices in London are too expensive and he is going to rent instead. What a fucking prick!!

i received this from my mother. it was kinda fun to see i guess. so check it out.

Dec
 This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.

Whoever wrote the comment on my last entry about me writing a book, thanks, and sorry but I deleted it by mistake. I believe your name has "Taylor" in it or something. Right now I am in North Carolina, chilling with the girlfriend. Well I am chilling and she is studying. I am still jobless, though I do have a second interview for a Japanese Electricity company, doing translations for them, from French and German into English. apart from that there is the prospect of a job in Frankfurt as a trainee stockbroker, which is really just a glorified sales role, but at least it will be a little less soul sucking than the previous job, since I will get a chance to work on my German as well as to live in Germany, which is a country that I really like, and one that has a lot of bad press for things that happened so many years ago. I have an interview for the NYC thing in October, and I am wishing that it goes well as that will at least sort me out for the next year and a bit, then I shall just wait for my lady to get her placement and follow her blindly to wherever it is she ends up. I lied before, I do have a job. I have a job working for JAL, with whom I refused to fly coming back from Japan on account of their awful record in terms of parts falling off their planes in mid-air (allegedly). That should save my bacon somewhat. The problem with that job is that it pays peanuts, but demands I do work that monkeys would find tough. Now that is just not fair. I speak French and German, and normally one would get paid better because of those skills, but I find that is not the case with the Japs. Plus it would be horrible if I had to work there for a long time as there is no real way to move up the ladder. It is truly a Japanese firm in London, as opposed to a Japanese firm with a London branch, if you catch my semantics. NC has been relaxing (as I was oh so stressed out beforehand) well actually I was. I was really get pissed of with the whole job hunting thing. Being told that you are 26 and have no enough experience really sucks. Then there are the job agencies who reckon that I still want to teach, even though I distinctly remember sending them emails stating otherwise. We (my bird and I) have just got back from visiting her family down in Georgia. It was amazing seeing where she grew up and how far that she has come. I knew what her upbringing was like, but seeing the places in which she lived made me really appreciate how much of an incredible person she is, and made me really proud of her. I had the pleasure of meeting her family too, except for the one I have already met as she had already decided that I was not good enough for her daughter before making my acquaintance. I met her sister, and her sister's family and they were all lovely. The kids were not scared of me, which is always a bonus, as I find that kids are generally very good judges of character. I met her father too, and he did the fatherly thing and told me that he would have no hesitation beating me into a pulp if I ever hurt his daughter, which I believe is every father’s right to do. I was even blessed with a drive through ATL, which was cool. I suggested that we go to club 112, but LW stated that we probably wouldn't fit in. And since when watched BET I spend most of the time with a scowl on my face at the sheer inanity of the music, I feel that she may have been correct on this occasion. On the way back, we stopped off at a place called Concord, where there was an outlet mall and where I spend the bulk of my cash flow on colourful shirts and t-shirts. I had previously stoked up on work clothing, planning for the job that I have not yet got. I found DKNY, Kenneth Cole, and Hugo Boss ties for $10. Each. In fact the KC ones where $2 and $5 respectively. How silly is that? And then I picked up a couple of Robert Graham shirts for a total of $90 and then, in the steal of the day, I picked up an Emanuel Ungaro shirt for $15. I cannot wait to move to NYC. There is no way that I would be able to dress this well if I had to buy all my shit in London. Although my cousin has told me of an outlet near Oxford somewhere. I have a week left here and then off to reality. Again. I really need to find some sort of schedule and then at least I can write a bit more regularly. I like writing. It is rather therapeutic. And anyone who has not yet read “The incredible Lightness of being” by Milan Kundera, please do so. Unless you hate sad endings, like someone I know. It is a beautiful book. And now I am going to tackle a bit of James Joyce for the first time. “Until that day…” (what film is that from?) answers on a postcard please….