We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

So once again I find myself starting a doomed blog. I don't think I have the patience to see these things through, but who knows maybe this time I'll keep it going.

The fact that blogger is linked with google may help as I <3 google... plus I have just spent an hour trying to work out the best way of hosting. At first it was hosted over at www.mollow.net, however this limits what features you can use (unless I transfer my dns server across which isn't going to happen)

Annoyingly mollow.blogspot.com is gone...more annoying is that it may well have been myself who established this blog back in 2005...though I've tried most of my emails for a password lookup and none are giving positive results, so maybe another mollow has nabbed the bugger.

I've had the above quote going around my head all day and I haven't the fogiest why. I had a vague idea it was from Shakespeare, though I'd have struggled to name Henry V as its origin. It is a fab speach though, one that makes me yearn to return to my old acting days. Hah! acting days indeed. I haven't acted now for 10 years, so it's wrong of me to suggest I'm some sort of luvvie. Though I have been thinking about my days in the old school plays recently - again I have no idea why. I do miss the adrenalin fueled anticipation as you nervously await your queue backstage.

As I progressed through school I began to take the lead roles in the plays. Largely because I was a sap who often gave up my football-playing lunchtimes to go to choir. Choir naturally led into the annual musical performance that was put on by the school.

I'm not the most creative person in the world, therefore I was quite proud of my time in the spotlight walking the boards.

Enough reminiscing! My brain is exhausted from working the past 16 days pretty much none stop. We have been auditing the wonderful world of a large tour operator. It's been manic to say the least, but the end is in sight...for the job and potentially my time with the firm. So many people have left/leaving that I have been thinking about my future. This is my 5th year with the firm and, by and large, I've enjoyed myself. I often feel a fraud, especially when I look around me and see the stupidly clever people who are 10 times better than me at the job. However, the main reason for my enjoyment has been the people and naturally if they begin to leave I begin to have doubts about the future.

Nothing would happen before the wedding(s) next year anyways, plus I imagine the market is going to be pretty shite for the next 12 months by which time it might be too late. Ultimately it will probably be healthy for me to leave and get myself some more experience of a different financial role for when we head off to Oz (which will be within the next 3 years probably). The issue is that I don't think I want to spend the next 3 years working my arse off and not getting paid for it.

Meh we shall see.

Mike