An Evolution, First aid, and revving my engine

Firstly a bit of interesting stuff that has happened. I haven't been sacked! Good start. But also I have been given responsibility....

I am now trusted to attempt to not kill someone who is clinically dead. Yes, I have received a first aid certificate, which means if you cut yourself, I am trained to bandage origami on your face (even if you cut your toe). First aid is a useful skill to have, but more importantly, it means that my picture goes on some posters at work. Oh and monies (not the MAIN motivation).

Again, it has been a while since i have done this (yes due to the usual reasons of not thought about it, not been bothered, etc, etc, etc). But maybe as a one off, or a two off, I am ranting about my life once again. This has mainly been inspired by nothing in particular. 

Also, be careful on the roads now as I have a car, which is a great way to induce a panic attack for my girlfriend at a moment's notice. Apparently the racing line isn't supposed to be used on a roundabout (who knew?). But on the positive side, I am enjoying the car. One thing that has becoming annoying since owning such car is the Spotify playlist that is the radio. I mean, I have to say, I don't think I could do it but a little variation wouldn't go amiss. It is almost hypnotic the repetition of some songs at the moment, no wonder songs climb the chart. But the main problem with this is that some of the lyrics that get stuck in your head should have a NSFW tag, or at least require a censoring beep app to be downloaded. A particular favourite is the lyric 'if you dance on a pole, that don't make you a hoe'. I mean, there is no direct link between pole dancing and gardening  so it makes sense, however it's not the most appropriate line...  

The main problem with the car is that it is my first car, at the age of 24... Which means I am currently having the most sensible boy racer phase. I accelerate very hard, all the way to the speed limit. At this point, cruise control goes on, and I enjoy the modern toys that cars come with. It's a hard life really.