We had two of the cutest old men from Yorkshire in the ticket office today. My colleague and I had a lovely chat with them and, as they went to leave, they both tipped/doffed their hats to us (which I don’t think is something i’ve ever had done to me before and it was adorable)

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I’ve been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:

You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime.

Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

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— John Mayer (via whatyoushare)
  • me: *owns 264 unread books*
  • me: *buys 17 new books*
  • me: *rereads harry potter*
posted 5 days ago

"We chose to go on one of the guided tours which was highly recommended on the web site. It surpassed our expectations with our guide Louise being knowledgeable, friendly and passionate about her job. She handled a crowd of mixed age and gender extremely well and made us all feel at ease whilst sharing her enthusiasm for the project which we found inspiring. Indeed it was one of the high points of our short trip and we would highly recommend this attraction and particularly Louises’ tour to anyone."


I occasionally check the Tripadvisor page for where I work, just to see what the public are thinking about the tours, etc. As I was just doing this, I stumbled across this review of my tour! Such a nice thing to have read. And i’m really glad that they enjoyed my tour so much!

whatlisasaid:

delta-breezes:

Rebecca Caridad

was absolutely sure this was glasgow, and sure enough, when i checked the link, it is!

whatlisasaid:

delta-breezes:

Rebecca Caridad

was absolutely sure this was glasgow, and sure enough, when i checked the link, it is!

posted 1 week ago

So, i’ve just received the provisional mark for my dissertation, and I wish I hadn’t opened the email. I’m really disappointed with the mark. I’m also really annoyed with myself for thinking that I was better than I clearly am. I could really do with someone to just hug me whilst I cry into them; but i’m trying not to be overly pathetic about the whole thing.

posted 2 weeks ago with 1 note

I was reading a pamphlet I picked up at work today about stuff in the Stirling area and: “Also stocking a selection of local produce such as bears and jams.” Err….i’m not sure that’s quite right…

Today, i’m struggling with the fact that life feels like it’s going nowhere. I went to university on Wednesday, for my dissertation supervisor’s book launch, and I was so utterly jealous of everyone who just about to start their Masters, or their PhD - i’ve loved being a student, and i’m really sad that this is probably it for me and Strathclyde. But I think a large part of it is: these people don’t have to worry about real life; they have another year, or three, or their lives where they know what they’re doing/they have something to tell people. After this month, I will still have two jobs, but I will be on casual contracts at both - something that is very far from ideal. One of my jobs has been casual the whole time i’ve had it and i’m lucky to get work once every two months or so. I’m really scared that this is what will happen at my other job. I know i’ve only been applying for jobs for about a month now, but i’d forgotten how much it can drive you to despair, filling in application after application, and hearing nothing back. I think it’s even worse this time round, because I actually need to find myself a full-time job; I don’t have university to fall back on anymore. 
"But unfortunately life moves on and quickly" is something that I can understand, and something that I know to be truth. However, my life feels like it’s going nowhere at this particular moment in time. (Pathetic, I know…) And it’s easy for the sender of this text to say this, seeing as they have an ace full-time job doing something that they are really interested in. I know that it took them months and months of applications to get there, so they should be able to understand where i’m coming from; but I am expecting a slightly arse-y response to my slightly pathetic text back to this…

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