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I Am Steve's Depression.
Oct. 4th, 2009 11:07 amOne thing that really bugs me about my life is my inability (according to the Driving Standards Agency) to drive a car. I have proved to their satisfaction that I can drive a motorcycle but not a car. And this has just been brought into sharp focus this morning as I tried to schedule a delivery from IKEA, which was being made by DHL. I placed the order last Wednesday for a book case and two CD tower cases. They advised me their approximate delivery date was Friday 9th. October. Great, thinks I, I've got the day off anyway. I had a call yesterday while I was out from DHL to schedule the delivery; unfortunately, I was out all day. They called again this morning on my cellphone - they can deliver next Tuesday (which I cannot make as I am on training Tuesday through Thursday) but not Friday as it was fully booked.
I am relying on these purchases to help me empty out a few more boxes and start to make the apartment a bit more habitable - less like cardboard city. It seems that I now have to live like this until October 30th. which is my next day off. The fact of the matter is, all the boxes hanging around depresses me - I look at them all and think "where the hell am I going to put it all?" And I am not the best person for motivating myself. I know that if Russ were alive, he would be, at minimum, giving me Fierce Eyebrows. And so we add "Missing Russ (still)" to the list of things depressing me at the moment...
But anyways, back to the lack of ability to drive. I have taken (at last count) seven tests - which probably doesn't seem like much - at various times in my life. Problem has always been running out of money to continue with the lessons. And so, it is usually a few years in between attempts. And in between, the test increases in difficulty - some other thing gets added; last time, it was reversing into a parking space and having to quote basic maintenance. All very laudible things to undertake but just adding to my frustration.
The worrying thing is I am afraid to try again - I am toying with the idea of going away somewhere and doing an intensive course, but the last time I did that, the instructor shouted at me when I did something daft and as a result, I lost all confidence. I would love to be able to drive and it seems that it is unacheiveable for me. Or is it? Do I try hypnosis? Do I try a pill? Am I that desparate? Or frustrated?
Answers on a postcard, please.
I am relying on these purchases to help me empty out a few more boxes and start to make the apartment a bit more habitable - less like cardboard city. It seems that I now have to live like this until October 30th. which is my next day off. The fact of the matter is, all the boxes hanging around depresses me - I look at them all and think "where the hell am I going to put it all?" And I am not the best person for motivating myself. I know that if Russ were alive, he would be, at minimum, giving me Fierce Eyebrows. And so we add "Missing Russ (still)" to the list of things depressing me at the moment...
But anyways, back to the lack of ability to drive. I have taken (at last count) seven tests - which probably doesn't seem like much - at various times in my life. Problem has always been running out of money to continue with the lessons. And so, it is usually a few years in between attempts. And in between, the test increases in difficulty - some other thing gets added; last time, it was reversing into a parking space and having to quote basic maintenance. All very laudible things to undertake but just adding to my frustration.
The worrying thing is I am afraid to try again - I am toying with the idea of going away somewhere and doing an intensive course, but the last time I did that, the instructor shouted at me when I did something daft and as a result, I lost all confidence. I would love to be able to drive and it seems that it is unacheiveable for me. Or is it? Do I try hypnosis? Do I try a pill? Am I that desparate? Or frustrated?
Answers on a postcard, please.
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