Progress Report Part 2

A friend of mine has bought a house. One of the guys I was friends with in school, less than a year older than me, has bought a house. Well, the offer was accepted, he's waiting on an engineers report and the like, but he's bought a house. I can barely afford to buy new clothes and he has bought a house. About 200 yards away from his parents house, but it will be his own place. A place he can retire to and enjoy and call his own.

This bothers me a bit. I'm freaking out a little about having spent what I consider to be a small fortune on clothes in the last two weeks, but it was mostly required. I doubt my employers would be keen on my coming to work in clothes with inappropriate holes in them.

A house! I mean, I'm delighted for him, he deserves it, the jammy sod, but he does. He worked hard to get where he is. One of the few people who has managed to land a permanent job doing what he was trained to do in the current awful job situation. So good for him. But it makes me wonder what am I doing wrong? And if I was given the chance, would I change anything?

Progress Report

I've been thinking about writing here for a while. Not entirely sure what about but I need an outlet. Without being too emo-y I've been down and cranky and just a general b**** for the previous few days - my apologies to all who incurred my wrath - and I need somewhere to talk about it. And since I'm not so good at the one to one honesty thing, this is gonna be it me thinks. Though I do say that a lot don't I? That I intend to write here more often? It hasn't been as regular as I had once hoped, but I guess I didn't have a lot to say. And all my problems seem to just repeat themselves.

I realised today that I have been working in my current job for exactly a year. I started there at the end of September 2008. Its now the end of September 2009 and I am still exactly where I started. The only difference is I now work more hours and have more of my loan paid off than I did a year ago. Thats it. The only obvious progression in my life in the last year is the dent in my student loan.

And its not that big a dent.