Monday, 15 June 2009

Mr. Commitment

My name is Mr. Commitment...and I hate being Mr. Commitment. It carries so many connotations of responsibility and is just generally an encumbrance.

While I wouldn't mind being on Look North (the regional BBC news segment) at Immage Studios (a television studio situated in  Immingham), I certainly don't want to go without friends. Yes, I have friends. So when 9AM rolls around in about 9 hours, I'm fucked. Do I go and be bored, or do I ring in?

I have devised a scheme to sort out all parties. I could go at the required time and see who's there. If there are any entertaining individuals I will stay and if not, then I'll bolt. I'm not sure what my excuse will be though. Overtime at work might be a good one.

Still, commitments get me in all kinds of shit. Things like appointments, which you then have a possibility of missing. Furthermore, the penalty for booking an appointment is substantially less than missing one. God damn!

Dammit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker!

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