Another day, another dollar!
Which crazy bastard made the weekend only two days long!? Why can’t the working week be two days long and the weekend five days long!? And still get paid the same amount. That’s the important thing!
I had a job interviews last Tuesday for a six month secondment in an admin role. I was told I’ll either hear back today or tomorrow about whether or not I’ve got it.
Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).
Where I live there’s a major Naval port and they have a lot of nuclear engines there as wel so every week an old air raid siren sounds and if you hear that any time other than Monday at 11:00 it means there’s a radiation leak. God forbid there’s a leak at 11:00 on a Monday we’d never know! My escape plan is to escape my city in the event that should happen. It also doubles as my escape route in case of zombie apocalypse.
Should a leak (or zombie apocalypse) happen most people’s response is to go inland, in a north-east direction. The problem is that nine times out of ten the wind we get goes south-west to north-east so if there’s a nuclear leak then the wind is just going to blow it after the people driving to escape it.
Also, the roads are going to be pretty busy as well regardless of the direction of travel. The best thing to do is to commandeer a boat. I say commandeer because I don’t own a boat and would therefore need to ‘borrow’ with every intention of giving back a boat.
Yes, I can sail, although admitidly it’s been a while so I’m going to need to take the easiest thing to drive. The problem is that the easiest thing to drive will have a motor but because motor things have keys it’s also the most difficult to commandeer. But it’ll have to be a motor boat as if it’s sails it makes the next stage of my escape a lot easier.
Sail to America. This is mainly in event of zombie outbreak. If there’s a nuclear leak I’ll head to France as I’ll be able to seak refuge there, but if there’s a zombie apocalypse and no refuge I head due west to America and make my way from wherever I land to California, where my wife is. It may take months worth of travel but so long as I have life left in me to step I’ll step to her. Not really an escape from something but an escape to someone.