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July 8th, 2008
05:03 pm - Bikinis: The Clothing That Hates Women
This week I am for my first holiday since I was eleven. Fourteen, if you count guide camp.
Naturally, this means I have to buy some sort of swimwear, for the first time since I was fourteen.
The post-pubescent swimwear world is a bleak and sad one. In the last decade, things have changed so much that it is now virtually impossible to find anything suitable for the beach which is not a bikini. The one shop I found with anything close to that was Marks and Spencers. And they were ugly.
Not only is it bikinis galore, but a very specific kind of bikini. As ever, designers have decided to ignore that women come in a variety of shapes and sizes, and instead focus on what they think would look on some sort of imaginary woman in their heads. This leads to what would be a hilarious montage if life were a comedy show, possibly to the sounds of the Cheeky Girls. There would be a very amusing moment where someone tries to pull on a bikini bottom and falls over. Nearly all bikini bottoms this year are high-cut at the crotch and hang low on the hips. Sometimes they have little stringy bits hanging off the sides. For someone who has reluctantly come to terms with the fact that she has her mother's child-bearing hips, whilst her sister got her mother's ample bosom, this is annoying. And embarrassing. There is no such thing as a pair of bikini shorts this summer! There are only small scraps of material which cling to your hips like seaweed, whilst the monoliths of your hips rise above them, continuing on for what looks like forever. They are enough to make even the smallest of girls look like a heifer. So now I'm resorting to the most unfeminist act of all: hoping there will be someone on the beach who looks worse than me.
Still, at least they aren't thongs.
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July 3rd, 2008
05:47 pm
Minor celebrity sighting of the day: Mel from the original Big Brother, smoking outside some media office in Soho. The glamour!
More from lance the work experience boy:
Lance: Do you like Muslims?
My Brother: They're all right. Don't have anything against them.
Lance: Do you think they're going to destroy our world?
Mr Brother: ... Do you think that's very likely?
Lance: Probably not. But it's funny, because they shoot at each other with guns!
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July 2nd, 2008
07:27 pm
I was at the job centre the other day. There was a job which was mysteriously titled "TV Work". Looking closer at it, I realised it was for an "adult" channel. In short, it was to be one of the women who "host" "shows" which involve men texting in telling them what to do, until they get their tits out.
I watched one of these once. It was odd - the women are relentlessly cheerful, and respond to the creepy-sounding texts with cheery naivete. "Mark would like me to bounce up and down on the space hopper and suck my thumb! I don't know why you'd want me to do that!" *does so*
Working this job will get you £260 a day. This was almost as much my weekly pay when I was a ward clerk.
I did not apply.
I have bought some knitting needles. But I haven't got any wool yet. This is a problem.
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June 24th, 2008
06:16 pm
I've got a summer cold, which involves having a swollen raw throat. So clearly I had to have ice cream for breakfast.
My brother's office has got some work experience kid there at the moment. My brother hates him because he plays Flash games all day and eats all the biscuits, something only my brother is allowed to do. The work experience kid thinks they are friends.
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12:09 pm - My Very Important Thoughts on the First Half of The Wire Season Five
They are very important, you know.
I was planning to do an episode by episode account about how great/crappy I thought the whole thing was, but I didn't. So instead, I'll do it vaguely by character thread.
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May 12th, 2008
06:13 pm
It's been nearly a month since I got fired, and I still don't have a job. I was mystified by this until a conversation the other day, when I realised it's probably because of Agenda For Change. Agenda For Change, for those who don't know, is a deal struck between varying unions and the NHS over pay scales. It is very much a good thing. It will also cost the NHS several billion extra a year. The same week I was fired, I remember a few people at work being pleased that Agenda For Change came through. So presumably, the local primary care trust chose to economize by cutting back on the temporary workers, because we have no rights. So my job agency have basically lost a massive client, or at least they've been severely cut back. I think I need a new agency.
But! It is not all doom and gloom! I have applied for an exciting job as a copywriter at an ad agency which works exclusively with non-profits. The deadline was Friday, so I haven't heard anything yet. Hopefully they will at least give me an interview, because then I can gush about how wonderful I think they are and how great I am.
And this weekend I was at Ladyfest! Which was really quite good, the only downside being there were too many things going on in a short space of time, so lots of things had to be missed. Highlights: being taught guitar by an Austrian woman who described having the guitar hung too low as "very bad - is cock scratching position". I also learnt (sort of) how to knit, and will totally go to stitch and bitch in london once I've got wool. And needles. And something to aim for. I also had some excellent cake, and some good chilli. And went to many many talks on things, although I have concluded that I prefer doing things to hearing people talk about stuff, interesting although it was.
And there was loads of music, including Kimya Dawson who was around before her set selling t-shirts, but I didn't say anything to her cos I had nothing except "I like those songs you did for that film."
Tomorrow I plan to plant some peas in the garden.
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May 2nd, 2008
02:04 pm
Dammit Guardian, why do you exist to alternately depress and terrify me?
First there was this, which is so utterly terrifying I don't even want to think about it, but I really should because nobody else is thinking about it and the entire thing is completely out of my control oh god oh god oh god
I googled "help we're all going to die" but all that came up was the Malcom Middleton song, which although is quite amusing, is also very sad. Particularly the part about taking his duvet with him.
And then there's the whole Johnny Vegas thing, which is awful on so many levels but what really disappoints me is that Stewart Lee was, for lack of a better word, curating that event and yet he did nothing to stop it. And his "people" aren't commenting. Whenever I've read anything he's written, or heard him perform or speak in general he has always come across as an intelligent decent man, different to a lot of other comedians. It's disappointing to see him behave just like everyone else.
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April 26th, 2008
07:51 pm - If you wanna use my body go for it?
Last night I went to see We Are Scientists, which was jolly good fun. I had a suspicion I was seated near a former theology seminar leader, but if it was him he's changed his hair. By which I mean grew it out awfully.
I was surprised by how young a lot of the audience was, which made me feel incredibly old. More so when it was pointed out that most of the youngest kids were on the floor, whilst we were on the first balcony, albeit it excellent seats as close to the stage as physically possible.
Supporting was Oxford Collapse, whom I have never heard of. It soon became clear why; although there was nothing bad about this band, there was nothing good about them either. They seemed like very nice guys from their banter, but their music left me cheerfully indifferent. A bit like REM in places. The highlight was Keith, the WAS singer joining them for a song and then later returning for some not-at-all homoerotic wrestling with the Oxford Collapse singer. When Keith first came on stage (to put some maracas by the drum kit) he was greeted by some rather excited screaming coming from the upper balcony - there was a group of fourteenish year old girls who seemed rather touched by his presence. Seriously, this was some NKOTB level screaming, although from an isolated area of the venue. It's quite nice to think that's who they have on their bedroom wall. I wasn't cool enough for such things in my day. In fact, I didn't have many posters of that ilk on my wall. Oh wait, except for the Hanson ones. Carry on.
Anyway, We Are Scientists were very good, and their lead singer is thoroughly charming. I can't dislike someone who introduces a song with "Ok kids - let's get sexy.", apologises for his poor grammar and then brings the Oxford Collapse singer out to duet with the words "I don't know what you've heard about the Brooklyn music scene, but it's all bullshit. BULLSHIT! He IS the Brooklyn music scene. I know you've got big dreams... but you've got to accept it." One day I will have to accept that fancying skinny literate men inevitably has vegetarianism attached to it.
And now I get to the tedious annoying part of the evening,and also the tedious annoying part of the blogpost, or lj post, which seems slightly more relevant in light of the open source boob project.
A few songs towards the end, I gave my breasts a slight adjustment. Just a quick grope/push to make sure everything was in place, seeing as I'd been doing some vigorous dancing and jumping around. For some reason, I glanced down just after doing this, to see some man gesturing to his friends something about up and boobs, judging from his hand gestures. He and his two friends looked up to see me and then started (and this is difficult to describe without using my own gestures) boob squeezing motions and what could only be described as sex faces. For no reason at all. They were on a completely different floor to me! It happened to be chance that someone saw me in a entirely non-sexual moment of breast/bra adjustment. And, bearing in mind that they were on a different level, they wouldn't even have been able to see any of my clevage, merely an action. So of course I gave them the double finger and fixed my eyes firmly on the stage.
But what the hell was the point of that? What was the point of stopping watching the show to make gestures at a girl on a completely different seating area, an utterly pointless act on so many different levels? Did they think it was funny? Did they think it was some sort of lighthearted flirting, which it totally was not? How is it three idiot men (prime members of the stripey shirt brigade) in a crowd of around 1000, consisting of a much higher level of women than gigs normally have, managed to single me out and make me feel vaguely intimidated? At least with the open source boob project, there was a reason; actual grasping of breasts! What was the aim here? To let me know they were watching me?
What was most frustrating was the lack of recurse here. There is no law about being a dick. There is no law against being a leche in this way, only physical assault. It angers me to think of the number of times things have been yelled at me from cars, ranging from "I love my bike" (yeah I don't know either) to "Do you take it up the arse", which was ACTUALLY SPOKEN TO ME FROM A CAR DURING A TRAFFIC JAM and I should have totally punched him through the open window, and yet there is nothing that can be done about it. Awfully, I've grown to expect it when out in the street. But actually DURING a gig seems different. I've been to so many, and this is the first time this has happened.
Just what is the point of this behaviour?
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April 17th, 2008
01:45 pm - Dole Scum returns
Well, two days I lost my job, or was fired, or my contract came to an end. I'm not sure what it's called when a long-term temp assignment ends abruptly. As in, my manager goes to a meeting in the morning and then when she comes back just before lunch she calls me into her office and said today was my last day.
Irony of the week: as I walked in I thought "Oh God, I hope they're not offering me the job."
She was very apologetic and made it clear it wasn't her decision, but management had spoken, or something. I didn't bother to ask why.
So since then I've had two days off work, which has been ok. Yesterday I felt strangely ill in the afternoon, so I ended up going to bed extremely early. Today I have been to Tescos, read Private Eye and watched two episodes of The Wire, WHICH I LOVE AS IF IT WERE MY CHILD, so it's been a very productive day so far.
Have to admit, I'm getting a little antsy on the job market now. I called my temp agency when I found it (they didn't know either), and they said they'd have something by the end of the week, and two days later I've heard nothing. I assumed they wouldn't have anything for yesterday, but they should be getting orders for next week by now. I'm a bit worried that recession has hit, and the temps are the first thing to go. I have a lot of money saved up, but sitting at home all day is rather dull. Yesterday I ended up watching Cook's Challenge, where competing celebrity chefs showed former Blue Peter presenter Tim Vincent how to cook. And by the way, when did Tim Vincent get so good looking? Foolishly he admitted where he now lives in New York (50th and 8th, stalkers!) so if I'm that bored I could always attempt to get a discount flight to NYC and do a bit of covert following. Of a Blue Peter presenter.
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March 27th, 2008
06:34 pm
It is likely my granny is going to die.
(obviously we're all going to die, but I mean sooner than most.)
A few weeks ago she got pneumonia, and had a few days in hospital. I made her some lemon meringue cupcakes, which she really loved. And now she's been taken back into hospital again, this time with fluid on her heart. She's been feeling unwell for a few days, and didn't come over for easter sunday because it was snowing and she wasn't too sure about the weather - she got pneumonia after going shopping on a especially cold day wearing a thin coat. So although she may not die right now, she'll be dying quite soon.
She is ninety-six. Her husband has been dead for about fifteen years, and had alzheimers for a few years before that. Her last friend died about seven years back, so all she really has left is us, and my uncle's family, with it's little ginger children. Around her birthday we made a few jokes about aiming for the telegram for the queen, and she was heartily unimpressed with such an idea. She said getting old was "awful, it really is" and although I think she still enjoys many aspects of life, she's a little tired of it all. She lives alone, and has a cleaner who is wonderfully loyal and willing to help her out with the shopping and so forth. She only had a stairlift installed a few years ago, and is entirely lucid - when she was in hospital she announced she wanted books - "something gory".
But she's ninety-six and has been mostly alone for twenty years, and I think she's a bit tired of it all.
When she had pneumonia she was a bit belligerent (or rather a lot belligerent, but in a rather amusing way), because my uncle's wife's family is full of social workers and teachers and so forth and they were all saying what sort of care she needed and so on and she said "I am still alive, and I will be in charge of my care". It's hard to explain in words the indignation and irritation in her voice, but it was very funny. She also said (when she was quite ill and hadn't wanted to go to hospital) that she was fine and that she should be left alone to die quietly in her chair. I'm not sure how much weight to give that sentence. I think later she didn't mean it exactly like that, because later she was aware that she had been quite ill, and quite possibly a little delirious when it was said. But it is telling.
I haven't really been the best grandchild. I don't tell my family a lot of things, and as a result I never really know what to say to her. Information has to be contained, after all. My sister is very close to her, and knows her much better than I do. It's my own fault I don't know her too well. Apparently she's quite funny and good at solving problems. She also once announced that Andy Roddick doesn't have very good legs.
When Stephen Poliakoff's father was dying, he tried to record conversations with his father about his father's life and family stories and so on. But he realised it was too late. His father was too weak and confused to have a coherent conversation, and the possibility was lost. And so all this vast knowledge of his life, and of others, died with him. I read this whilst he was publicizing Perfect Strangers, which I still think is his best work. I cut the article out of the newspaper, and kept it in a scrapbook. I planned to do the same thing. And I did not. And now it is too late.
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March 23rd, 2008
05:39 pm
Today has been a big old mess of all my frustration coming to a head and me doing nothing about it, unless you count going for a very long walk. After careful analysis, the problem is that instead of being able to happily life as I wish, instead I have to be shoehorned into a Romford way of life, which is quite a poor fit for me. To put it mildly.
I feel massively stifled here. I live somewhere where there is no room for anything. I work in a pokey office. I get the bus to and from which is filled with people (aside from part of the morning journey, where nearly everyone gets off before me so I get a few stops by myself). And yet i don't really speak to anyone, so although I'm squished into places with too many people, I'm pretty much alone. This is a far more refined version of my madness, which earlier consisted of YEAARAARRGHGGHH!!!!
This is partly why I listen to a lot of British Sea Power at the moment. They conjure up a space in my head which is vast, and also people free. Both literally because I know few people who like them (tried to get my sister interested, and she literally wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of the countryside), and also because their music sounds quite expansive.
This whole madness thing was briefly abated by watching British Sea Power on Countryfile (poorly linked for stephdub). Aside from the SHOCK revelation that Hamilton and their violinist are clearly dating, the highlight was Yan and Phil the cornet player chasing each other round in the manner of Fathers Dougal and Damien. Sadly I couldn't find the exact clip, but this will give you an idea.
I attempted to do a rich text link twice there, but I have a feeling it didn't work at all. Computers are so very unimpressive.
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March 18th, 2008
03:31 pm
Yesterday I was feeling a little funny at work. I went off to lunch, thinking maybe it was because I hadn't eaten properly - I had run out of cereal at breakfast, so I only had half a bowlful. But at lunch I wasn't interested in reading, or obsessively listening to British Sea Power or comparing my lunch to what horrors the canteen had to offer or anything I usually do. So I ate half my lunch until giving up and debating (with imaginary people in my head, and is it very strange that I do this?) whether or not to go home.
So I told the sister in charge and went home CRYING as I asked (and why do I keep crying at work? this is very embarrassing!). RAng up for a lift home (would have been easier catching the bus for a variety of reasons). And thankfully made it to the bathroom before I vomited the half of lunch I'd eaten an hour beforehand.
So then I slept for sixteen hours.
But I did awake to hear a conversation between my mum and brother where they theorized that I was just hungover, because my brother had seen me in the pub the day beforehand and I was happy when I came home. Thanks family!
I spent an enjoyable morning lying in bed listening to radio 4. But now I don't really know what to do with myself. It's a bit boring being ill, and although I've been trying to eat things (no vomiting as yet!) it isn't making me feel any better, which is surprising, because it normally does. How perplexing.
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March 12th, 2008
08:36 pm
My life is very quiet at the moment. It consists entirely of going to work and fixating on British Sea Power. Lack of human contact has made me freakishly attached to them, to the extent that when I see a video interview with Yan on what is important to him (drinking - no, really) and he admits that a few years ago he used to drink too much and it wasn't very good I got quite worried because I thought he might have been a rather unhappy person and I wouldn't want him to experience that. After some consideration I decided it was because he is a fairly quiet person, and was using gin as a social crutch.
(Note to self:lock this post. This is getting weird.)
This concern comes from the same part of me who used to worry that Johnny Depp wasn't making enough money to save for his children's education. But then he did the Pirates of the Caribbean films, so it's nice to see he took my advice.
By the way, the Yan interview really is worth watching, in a watching a grown man feel completely awkward giving a presentation in the manner of a reluctant child sort of way. He seems faintly embarrassed throughout.
My love (and fixation upon) BSP in lieu of actual human contact has also been fueled by buying stuff from their online shop and finding out you get a second hand postcard sent out with it, which has a little thank you note on it. I can pretend I know them, rather than merely financially supporting them! Also their new EP has an excellent live version of Spirit of St Louis on it, which I'm almost entirely sure was filmed at Rock City in Nottingham. I am unclear on whether i was there at the time - the band's clothing suggests not. Rather good though.
Am I somehow compensating for the nagging thought that I'm missing out on life by attempting to complete British Sea Power's back catalogue so I own all their B-Sides and aren't missing out on anything? Yes. Yes I am.
I am going to see them in October with my friend Andy, who is currently grappling the ethical conundrum of working in the private sector, versus actually having money.
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January 27th, 2008
09:09 pm
Help is needed!
My sister is debating some ridiculous schmuck on the topic of prostition. In short: he is yay, she is nay.
He's known for always winning these things desite doing no research - he's one of those ones who talks fast and yells and thinks that counts.
So she needs some really good research on prostitution, particularly figures about trafficked women. She's done loads already, but more is needed. If you've got any useful sites you can think of, post them below.
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January 19th, 2008
05:07 pm
This is the worst birthday I have ever had.
As my present, my brother fixed my laptop. He even installed a new wireless card, which was very nice of him. But in doing so, he seems to have reformatted the harddrive, or something, making it clean and new. Obviously he backed up my files beforehand, so everything is in it's right place. Except for all the music I've downloaded over the past three and a half years, which were in the Ares program files. So it wasn't backed up. And so there goes more than half of the music I own, and the vast majority of what I listen to. Such a vast quantity (500 minimum, probably over 1000 files) of which I can't even think of to remember, except Broken Social Scene, which doesn't really matter because I already own the album I downloaded.
The vast majority of this was from university (obviously), and so indicative of a period of huge growth for me, both musically and in every single possible way. This wasn't just music; it was biography. And all of it is gone. It's like it never existed. The swathes of Smiths songs I downloaded when I was unhappy, every single novelty track I downloaded for someone's party or a mix tape, every time I listened to a new band because I heard them at a club or someone with a pretty face recommended them to me is gone. And so are all the memories attached to them. And I'm going to forget about them. And this is just one more lost attachment to a period of my life which I loved so deeply, and will never be able to return to no matter how much I desperately want to.
So then I cried for several hours.
And in fact, am crying again now, as I do every time I think about it. I was sobbing so hard I was surprised nobody heard me.
And, of course, this came about because my brother was trying to do something nice for me.
Aside from the devastating loss of music I was deeply attached to, this day is rubbish for another reason too: nobody seems to care. And no, this isn't me complaining because people aren't making enough of a fuss about my birthday on the internet. Very, very few of my friends have contacted me. I'm talking three here. And I don't want a lot - how hard is it to send someone a text? Or hell, just write on their facebook wall? They have a freaking notifier when you sign in, for christ's sake! It's incredibly sad that the minute you no longer see someone on a daily or weekly basis, they don't seem to be an important part of your life. I make the effort. I try to send cards, if I can. For the record, I got one card not from my family, (the same girl also texted me - well done to her), congratulating me on my 24th birthday. A nice sentiment, despite it being my 23rd. Really, all I wanted from my friends was an acknowledgement that they still think about me. And I haven't even got that.
So yes, this is officially my worst birthday ever.
Worse than my 11th, when my dad lost his job the day beforehand.
Worse than my 13th, when my friends forgot and accused me of lying when I told them (bizarrely, the one girl who remembered bought me three china monkeys. WTF? Who would want three china monkeys? Ever?)
Worse than my 19th, when my mother attempted to celebrate a day early because she'd confused the dates.
Worse than my 21st, which was right in the middle of my exams so I didn't do anything the exact day, and that Saturday everyone went out with their boyfriends, leaving me to watch Law and Order by myself.
I don't remember anything especially bad happening on my 15th and 17th birthdays, although especially good happened either.
So yes,
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December 21st, 2007
07:30 pm - HELLO THIS IS MIA
Well yesterday was a very interesting day.
My brother has received his first paycheck from his new job. I think it's safe to describe it as whopping. We went to Lakeside (huge shopping centre) after work this week, and he said he was going to go off into another shop whilst I rummaged through Topshop (wearing new purple top from there - very unicorns). I assumed he was present buying. He bought himself an X-Box. Which, by the way, I had to carry back to the car because he got fixated on buying this one game which he couldn't buy anywhere,so we split up whilst he scoured the entire building for it. He didn't find it. And X Boxes are seriously heavy.
Today he came home with a Wii, except I'm not supposed to know that, despite him walking into the house with a bag that clearly showed the logo on the box. This is a present for "the family", i think. Rather than just himself. I even said something about it, but my mum told me off and said he'd be upset if he knew I knew. Which I thought was quite sweet.
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December 12th, 2007
07:39 pm
This week I have been mostly stuffing envelopes.
This started on Monday, when I began a new job (at the same place as the old job) and was told I would be stuffing envelopes "at least" until Christmas. They're sending out around nine thousand letters. This is not exactly what I was told I'd be doing - the agency said something about mail merges and some data entry. Foolishly I assumed this meant I would be creating the mail merges, not folding the letters and putting them into envelopes. Again and again and again.
My first thought was that maybe I could listen to the radio through the magic of the internet, only to find that to listen to bbc radio I needed to download realplayer, and as I am not an authorised user, I can't do that. Thankfully I had some music with me. The Battles album is particularly soothing.
The second day is when the papercuts really started to smart. I have around ten on my hands. Yesterday one cuticle kept getting jabbed until it started to bleed, leaving little smears of blood on the envelopes. Today I stuck plasters on my fingers.
For this job (for it is a very boring job, in an office where nobody talks to each other) it was quite an exciting day today. I switched my usual coping mechanism to reading things on the computer whilst I fold letters, which I've gotten surprisingly speedy and accurate at. Mostly I read the avclub, although there was a really annoying flash advert on the main article which meant it could load because there is no flash on the work computers, and IE would go all crazy and announce it couldn't load it.
And there was a new temp! Here to assist me in my folding quest. He is an idiot. A very young idiot. He folds each letter v e r y slowly and carefully, as if these are important documents rather than simple reminders for people to make appointments (it's in a hospital). Just before lunch (having worked his way through his first stack of letters, whilst I was on my second or third) he asked "are there any more letters?" not noticing the five inch stack of paper on his very desk. When I left he was still there, slowly closing envelopes. What a moron.
The only vaguely amusing thing (and this isn't amusing at all, just interesting), is that they've managed to send out a number of letters to dead people. Their relatives are very annoyed. We know, because they keep ringing up to tell us so.
Thankfully, as a temp, I'm not allowed a phone.
So you see <lj user="two_tone">, when it comes to the battle ot the crappy jobs, I win. Or in a more precise way, I lose.
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December 5th, 2007
08:59 am
I have broken my laptop screen. It is entirely my own fault, and it is way past the warranty.
When was the last time I backed my files up? Pretty much never.
And I have no money to buy a new one.
Dear older brother, you know you've got this wonderfully well-paid job and it's my birthday coming up...
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December 2nd, 2007
07:42 pm - My Very Important Thoughts on Pushing Daisies
What follows is a series of observations based on the first three episodes of Pushing Daisies.
Also, the arguments next door have reached fever pitch next door. Yesterday the parents were screaming at each other. I think they may have been dividing up their things - I distinctly heard "I don't care if you take the tv." Annoyingly I can only really hear the man because he has a louder voice, although it was clear the woman was yelling back. Except for one moment where she got really really angry and yelled her head off. I'm glad I don't live there.
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December 1st, 2007
07:09 pm - Career opportunities
my brother has got an exciting job! He is now working for a group which supports charities - he is working in the IT department, (not IT support) where he will help charities to deal with advancing software and technologies, despite them having no money.
He wowed them in the interview by telling them about the rather good USB cables the pound shop sells, and how you can extend the life of a laser printer when the rollers lose their grip by rubbing them with sandpaper.
This comes along with the rather good salary of £26 000 a year.
As there was rather short notice for this, we bought food from Marks and Spencers (including their lovely mandarin trifle) and had champagne.
My dad was rather subdued for most of this, presumably because he now has to think of another reason to hate his son.
As for my job prospects, I spent the last week as a PA for a rather important man in the local hospital. I got £8 an hour! It was quite odd, because clearly the usual woman had quite a bit of responsibility, but I couldn't do any of that. My job consisted mostly of checking his email, aranging his emails, answering his phones,opening his post and then relaying all that information to him in the ten minutes per day he was in the office. And some light typing.
This meant I finished two books this week, as well as starting a third.
Also, my boss was an Irish man who looked suspisciously like Louis Walsh and spent a great deal of time singing Westlife. He also quoted Little Britain a lot. Ha ha ha.
In less good news, I got an interview for a temporary (until April) job in a library. This news arrived whilst I was at my PA job, with a cheerful phone call. They asked me if I was available for an interview the VERY NEXT DAY! Which is ridiculously short notice for an interview. I said I was at work the next day, and they said it was the only day they were interviewing, and if I couldn't do it, they couldn't give me an interview. Seeing as this was only my second day of temping ever, and I was contracted for a week, I had no idea who I could ask for time off. And I wasn't expecting any of it so I was caught completely off guard. After a while thinking, I realised maybe I could ask them for an early morning interview, seeing as important boss man had about three hours of meetings every morning. But the job offering fella had called my mobile using number withheld, so I had no way of contacting them. In short, I did nothing.
This was rather annoying, because although it wasn't the best job in the world, I would have been quite happy to do it for a few months. And when I was writing the application it was the first time I felt qualified for a job in ages (let's mull on the fact that I am qualified to be a temporary library assistant).
Currently I have no job for Monday, which is quite an irritating blow, because the library job would have started Monday. My agency rang to ask if they could put me forward for a three month admin/receptionist position, but they haven't called back since, so clearly I didn't get it. Sigh.
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