soooo... we'll let you know!

[jencat]

So the training finally ended on Friday with a wonderfully vague "we'll let you know".  At which point there was a strained silence from all of us who were kinda looking forward to, y'know, earning some money this side of Christmas.  So, none of the (previously promised) work this week, unlikely the week after, and not getting paid for the training until end of November... ::panics::  

I shall mainly be hitting some temp agencies next week, frelling up my tax code and not spending any money at all, whatsoever.  Ack. 
*deep breath*
Turns out the perfect antidote to wallowing in slightly pissed off self-pity was watching the Festival of Remembrance last night and the Cenotaph ceremony this morning... somehow I've managed not to catch them before.  And despite Andrew Motion muttering sulkily about the 'state sponsored cult of poppies' on a chat show today, it can't help but send a shiver down your spine when the shower of paper poppy petals starts falling--and keeps falling-- in the Albert Hall, one for each life lost. And the floor was just... carpeted.  It still somehow felt almost as raw a grief for WW1 as it is for anyone lost this week, and it keeps on going.