Well this is the first time I have ever done one of these. It feels rather strange, I am hoping the self consciousness will subside. Its rather like when I used to write in my diaries and always having that nagging feeling that someone will find them, resulting in an up tightness and censorship that made it hardly worth keeping a diary.
This is different though, perhaps someone will read it, but it isn't kept in a box under my bed in my room so there is a greater distance between me and 'it'.
Anyway, the only reason I am writing this is because I am currently studying a Post grad diploma, in training for a pen pushing analytical job in the public sector. There is not a lot to do. Well I guess there is something to do but not a feeling of real urgency I hoped I would get from doing a job that had an indirect effect upon the health and well-being policies of the nation, that strives to identify the health inequity and inequality across society and find the evidence for deciding what should be done. I think I'll get on with some work - and perhaps become a teacher.
