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I *think* they call this unemployment
Nov. 21st, 2007 01:01 amAck. And double Ack.
My Grand Plan has been thwarted a tad, methinks. As in, my erstwhile employers have been stone cold silent and the temping agency I don't really want to work for has actually found me stuff. And apparently I haven't lost my touch completely, as I've been almost-sorta booked to cover the same role week after next.
Of course, there's only so long I can only go around chanting about how I might not be able to do it, cos 'my *real* job' is gonna come calling any day now, before I look slightly silly. And I think I hit that point around Monday morning already. Rats.
So now I've taken the rest of the week off (which is a nice euphemism for 'I have no work to go to!!') and get to loll around for three days finishing up A Sword in Red Ice (which is gona take a while, as I'm about, er, 3 pages in so far, and lordy, it is dense) and making the review I started of The Poisoned Crown something approaching readable. Le deadline being Friday, I don't really have any excuses not to as of yet. Sure I'll find some along the way, but hey, early days yet. And there's still a slight twinge when I think that Crown was the last in the trilogy: too much trauma with that and Deathly Hallows ending everything in the same year...!
I should also write some other stuff, really, all things considered. I spent half my lunchbreak today trying to explain to my friend how I started the Victoriana wannabe going on ten years ago, and there's still huge chunks of stuff I don't know yet. It all started to fall into place a little more after the reboot, but I'm still not sure if the world's ending for the reasons I think it's ending. Which is pretty basic stuff, really.
I keep cutting through Savage Gardens on the way to Tower Hill tube in the hope of snagging some inspiration for my other poor little traumatised first person narrator, but it's not happening just yet. Doesn't help that Savage Gardens isn't that picturesque and all. Trinity Square though... that has potential. And a damn good view of some chandeliers through the ballroom windows.
Tonight was the Leadenhall Market Christmas light ceremonial switching-on, which is pretty much the start of the seasonal stuff, and I already managed to nearly miss it! Got to see the Lord Mayor yet again (he has such a fabulous hat. Seriously. Tricorner and a multitude of black feathers, it's a total style statement.) and the lights were pretty, the free mulled wine not up to scratch this year (Marks & Spencers, come back, we miss you!) but the minced pies were warmed up this year and everything. I had to earn mine by standing in the World's Worst Queue for fifteen minutes (it's basically queueing right across a crowded street, filled with people standing around drinking by the heaters so that everyone has to push through the queue to get anywhere else, and nobody can see where the queue begins... argh!). Still, free mulled wine and stuff!
Just waiting on the Frost Fair now in December, and it's the 400th anniversary this year of the original fairs they used to hold on the frozen Thames. Not that you could freeze the Thames these days for love or money, but there's a nice little montage of how it used to be in the underpass on Bankside before you get there.
It's actually right by Zakudia, the bar where the best xmas work party ever was held once upon a time.. We were just reminiscing about that today :o)
My Grand Plan has been thwarted a tad, methinks. As in, my erstwhile employers have been stone cold silent and the temping agency I don't really want to work for has actually found me stuff. And apparently I haven't lost my touch completely, as I've been almost-sorta booked to cover the same role week after next.
Of course, there's only so long I can only go around chanting about how I might not be able to do it, cos 'my *real* job' is gonna come calling any day now, before I look slightly silly. And I think I hit that point around Monday morning already. Rats.
So now I've taken the rest of the week off (which is a nice euphemism for 'I have no work to go to!!') and get to loll around for three days finishing up A Sword in Red Ice (which is gona take a while, as I'm about, er, 3 pages in so far, and lordy, it is dense) and making the review I started of The Poisoned Crown something approaching readable. Le deadline being Friday, I don't really have any excuses not to as of yet. Sure I'll find some along the way, but hey, early days yet. And there's still a slight twinge when I think that Crown was the last in the trilogy: too much trauma with that and Deathly Hallows ending everything in the same year...!
I should also write some other stuff, really, all things considered. I spent half my lunchbreak today trying to explain to my friend how I started the Victoriana wannabe going on ten years ago, and there's still huge chunks of stuff I don't know yet. It all started to fall into place a little more after the reboot, but I'm still not sure if the world's ending for the reasons I think it's ending. Which is pretty basic stuff, really.
I keep cutting through Savage Gardens on the way to Tower Hill tube in the hope of snagging some inspiration for my other poor little traumatised first person narrator, but it's not happening just yet. Doesn't help that Savage Gardens isn't that picturesque and all. Trinity Square though... that has potential. And a damn good view of some chandeliers through the ballroom windows.
Tonight was the Leadenhall Market Christmas light ceremonial switching-on, which is pretty much the start of the seasonal stuff, and I already managed to nearly miss it! Got to see the Lord Mayor yet again (he has such a fabulous hat. Seriously. Tricorner and a multitude of black feathers, it's a total style statement.) and the lights were pretty, the free mulled wine not up to scratch this year (Marks & Spencers, come back, we miss you!) but the minced pies were warmed up this year and everything. I had to earn mine by standing in the World's Worst Queue for fifteen minutes (it's basically queueing right across a crowded street, filled with people standing around drinking by the heaters so that everyone has to push through the queue to get anywhere else, and nobody can see where the queue begins... argh!). Still, free mulled wine and stuff!
Just waiting on the Frost Fair now in December, and it's the 400th anniversary this year of the original fairs they used to hold on the frozen Thames. Not that you could freeze the Thames these days for love or money, but there's a nice little montage of how it used to be in the underpass on Bankside before you get there.
It's actually right by Zakudia, the bar where the best xmas work party ever was held once upon a time.. We were just reminiscing about that today :o)
