My tale of woe

Here's a sorry story if ever I heard one.

Alcohol currently has a disasterous effect on me. Let me explain.

I've been sick with the flu for over two weeks now, and in amongst all that coughing and spluttering I seem to have pulled a muscle somewhere on my left side. This never quite gets a chance to heal, since I'm still coughing and spluttering at regular intervals. I'm usually OK in the mornings, having been lying still and not coughing for the last several hours, but by the late afternoon I'm in a fair bit of pain. By the time I get home, I'm almost doubled over, and head straight for bed.

So here's where alcohol fits in. Somehow, it seems to make me cough more.

Last night I had a few (lovely) glasses of wine with Blayney Boy, while discussing life, the universe and everything (well, ok, actually a proper subset thereof). I was there for about an hour, I suppose. I limped out to the car, and actually had to crawl up the stairs when I got home because I couldn't stand upright.

I was reluctant to believe it was the alcohol, the solution being one I didn't like to consider, but thinking back, it seems to be consistent. This afternoon, I've had a beer with the lads at work, and low and behold, I'm now very sore.

Alcohol does make me cough more. It will be interesting to see what singing does - I can't put off rehearsing any longer, our major recording is on Monday night. I'd better be feeling better by then, otherwise.... well I don't know what, but it will be bad.

I guess I'm off the booze for a little while :-(

Wine wine wine

There are distinct advantages to working for a company that deals in wine.

That being, wine.

It's 3pm and we've just cracked open a bottle, we're all sitting at our desks working away, sipping at our wine.

Now that's how work gets done.

A new start

I expect that most people who read this already have a fair idea what's going on in my life, but for completeness sake I'll mention my new job.

Having been turned down by Google, I decided that I'd get a local job and save some money for a year or more, before heading to Europe to work or study for a couple of years. I thought I'd get a good, well paid, not-too-angsty job that could support my savings regime and an inner city apartment.

Well, the job I took is none of those things.

I'll be working as a Natural Language Programmer (no point asking me exactly what that entails as yet) for a start up company in the Sydney CBD, earning well under market rates. That said, it sounds like a really interesting job. I'll combining natural language and computer science; the meeting of the waters, you might say.