However, lack of motivation for something you have to do (CV) + guilt preventing you from doing something you want to do (ANYTHING ELSE) = Productivity limbo. A place of incredibly. slow. progress.
Most of my time there has been spent studying the ceiling with occasional bouts of formatting the crap out of what I wrote 3 years ago. And never before have I been so on top of my laundry...
So it's been a while, I'm sorry. But I've finally conscientiously managed my time and pro-actively enjoyed working effectively both alone and as part of a team with a friendly manner (BUZZZZZ). The CV is written and I am BACK!
Incidentally, if anyone knows of any jobs going with short hours and extravagant pay, do get in touch.
So anyway, stuff I ate.
Next thing on the list: Custard Cream Doughnut from St John Bread and Wine, just down the road from my Square Pie lunch. OK, technically, The List said to go to their Maltby/Druid Street Arch but:
A) It's only open on Saturday mornings
B) There was mention of a queue
C) I don't do queueing on weekend mornings(a rule I've just discovered I have)
It felt rude to run into the restaurant just to grab a doughnut so I had a sit down for a pre-dessert of bread pudding and custard. It was just like your nan would make but, unsurprisingly, filling enough to make me get the doughnut to go.
When I finally felt able to contemplate eating it (dinner time - balanced), it had passed its best in that tense way doughnuts have. But (top tip) 10 seconds in the microwave mellowed it out and got the custard all oozy again.
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My sister says I should write more organoleptically (apparently a word... look it up) but we all know what doughnuts smell like and they're pretty quiet.
However, this isn't just any custard doughnut. It has the kind of vanilla custard with the real vanilla black bits in (which means it's the good stuff). I wouldn't expect a doughnut to be dainty but this one was surprisingly light with quite a delicate flavour.
I recommend scoffing it in bed, focusing on the ceiling while your CV stares accusingly at you from your laptop. I might even consider breaking my weekend queue rule for another one. It'll be a more productive use of my time than avoiding interview preparation.
