The Strange World of Axel Fendersson

So, um, it’s been a while. Which, if you’ve been reading for a while, you may have interpreted as meaning I have bad news. And I’m afraid you’d be right.

So remember that exam that I thought had gone well? Well, it hadn’t. Turns out I fucked it up. Badly. Thus endeth my academic career.

So, yeah, I’m not terribly pleased about that. I’m kind of having to rethink my entire future. Fortunately, I hadn’t really worked much out anyway: all I’d really figured out was the general scheme of finish degree, get job I don’t loathe too much, learn to loathe it as the years go by, grow old and bitter, retire, get older, die. So now that’s been revised to get shitty job, loathe it from the start, grow old and very bitter, retire, get older, die. The big change, of course, is that I have to find a job now, rather than having all year to think about what to do, and without a degree it is unlikely to be remotely interesting. Ho hum.

So, current plan is to stay here in Witney until early September, then move down to Southampton and see if I can find a job. What that job will be, I don’t yet know, but I’m planning to speak to the University careers service and see whether they have any useful advice. Since I have a house in So’ton, I’ll aim to stay there for a year or so if possible, after that I don’t know. Hopefully by then I’ll have a better idea of where I am and where I’m going.

In the meantime, I have a job doing assembly work at Meech, making anti-static equipment. It isn’t the best fun in the world, but for short-term work it’s not at all bad, and since I contacted the company directly, I’m getting paid more than I would if I were working through an agency (despite costing my employers less). As long as I don’t go nuts spending money, I will hopefully have saved up enough by next month to last me a few weeks while I look for a new job in Southampton.

In other news: floods. Witney was not spared from the recent flooding in Oxfordshire (and indeed, most of South and central England), and the river burst out into Bridge Street and the bottom of the High Street, leading to scenes like this:

Fortunately, the waters did not enter our house. I am once again glad to be living in a house on high ground. The Day of Dance did prove to be something of an adventure, though.

Finally, I am of the opinion that there is not enough Lego in music videos these days.