Hold your breath and count to ten.

Skyfall is a great song, and it’s a real shame that it is such a disappointment of a film. Bring back Sean Connery.

In other news, this is the end of my first week of full-time work. Which as a 24 year old feels like it’s been a long time coming, and I don’t feel like any more of a real grown-up for having gotten to this point.

Yesterday a part of me wanted to insist on going out for drinks and making an issue of myself, but that fairly quickly translated into doing the laundry in my tracksuit bottoms, which was undoubtedly a far better use of the evening. We create these “turning point” moments in our lives, and I have to admit that I don’t think I’ve ever really felt any different for reaching one of them.

I remember my 18th birthday. I had my friends over, and we sat and ate pizza and watched films. I didn’t get drunk. When I passed my driving test I went into school right after, having missed half of my biology lesson (which is impressive given we only had 3 lessons a day and they were an hour and a half each. I was LATE) and made some excuses about my instructors car breaking down. When I turned 21 I dressed up as a pirate. Most of the people I invited to my party didn’t come.

I felt a bit more important when I graduated, but only a bit. I knew, of course, that I was going to stay in the same city, in the same house, and go to the same university and study for a Masters while doing the same part-time job. I almost had a “turning point” when I quit that job, except that then I didn’t actually stop working for the company, I just felt like I’d made the point that they didn’t need to keep employing me out of any kind of duty.

So this week wasn’t a big deal, despite the fact that I’m somehow two years (at least) behind the curve of having-a-real-job-and-being-a-real-grown-up. I did not feel the Earth move (nice callback to the Adele references I opened with, you’re welcome), and the sky did not fall.

I wonder what it’ll be like tomorrow.