The First Timer.

Wow. My first "official" blog.

- This could get interesting, kids.

Can't say I have ever had the pleasure of using the Internet as some sort of a diary update. (Unless Myspace counts? ...Yeah, Didn't think so either). I had a paper diary... Hell! I still do have that same diary right next to my bed. But, unfortunately, I seem to have lacked much interest in picking it up and scribbling across the page about my days worth of life.
Has my enthusiasm disappeared? I oh-so-certainly hope not!

Maybe my brain is unconsciously telling me to modernise my way of reviewing life?

- We'll find out sooner or later.

Well, who would have thought (to those that know me) that I'd have a paid job. A little sad, and proves how lazy I am, at being my age and only just deciding I should get money independently.
Doing something for myself. Walking down the road to a bank and looking at my account and saying "Yeah, I earned that. I worked for that". The satisfaction of knowing I did something for myself. The pleasure of having an invisible one finger salute to those who truely believed I'd live off Daddy-kins forever.

My first day of work. I have to say, I struggled at first. Since I work in Retail and as my position of "Replen", I have to carry a computor device around with me that tells me what in the shop needs re-stocking.
Confusing. Lots of outfits, letters and numbers.

- Daunting stuff if you haven't the foggiest of where on Earth you are.

So today pretty much sums up my new stage in life. I'm a first timer in alot of things in my life. Leaving and saying goodbye to the old and being rushed into the new.

Alas, all I can say is one of the cheesiest quotes going; Only time will tell.