Contemplate...
...For a moment that the measure of your success as a human being is entirely derived from the emotions you stir in others.
Enough philosophy for the morning. I'm in a good mood. To be exact, I've been almost euphorically happy for most of the past week or so, and I'm not quite sure I understand why. It's a couple of weeks since I was told my contract wasn't going to be continued, and last week I was informed that I wasn't even due the acting-up allowance normally due to someone doing a Grade-4 job on a Grade-3 salary. I should be alternately livid and despondant, but I'm taking it so well it scares me at times.
In fact, I've had a great couple of weeks. Last week I took advantage of my boss's offer of time off whenever I needed it to, ahem, visit some agencies on Friday morning (neglecting to mention that the extra couple of hours in bed would counteract my lethargy after a night at the Union). While the night didn't quite go as planned- rather than five hours in a rock event we found the Union closed until midnight, and thus I ended up in the carvery across town with Charlie and Vicki (both gothed up to the nines- I'm surprised the bartender kept a straight face) before jaunting back to our preferred venue. On the following morning I did actually visit the agencies to hand around my CV, as well as go shopping.
That brings me to the next part: food. I'm not quite sure how Vicki and I got onto the topic of cooking, but I've got enough culinary confidence to be unable to back down from a cook-off. I ended up doing a tagliatelle bolognaise on the Friday night that worked very well. I think I won that round, but I'm still waiting for Vicki's riposte (and I'll freely admit she does better Oriental food than me...).
The Friday night movies dragged on until near-sunrise as usual, and a good time was had by all (though we're still finding bits of Charlie's hair around after she took her extensions out). Saturday saw Graeme, Pete, Vicki and myself descending upon Nottingham, where I ended up buying coffee and manga- the two staples of modern life. We ended up pulling another all-nighter after that: watching movies, playing Munchkin and DoA Ultimate, consuming caffeine and generally getting more and more silly and erratic as the night turned into day. Though I went down like a marionette with its strings cut shortly after the party broke up and Vicki left, I had a great time- one of the most enjoyable weekends I've had in quite a while.
Bits of the erraticness (is that a word?) have evidently continued into this week. On Monday I noticed that flights to Holland in September were ridiculously cheap, and while at the pub I ended up umming an ahhing about going- after all, at present I won't be in work then. I finally decided to go. Vicki was apparently tipsy enough to ask if she could come along, and I was apparently tipsy enough to say yes. So the two of us are gatecrashing my parents' place for a week in September.
This morning I received a letter in the post inviting me to an interview at our National Specialists Office at the other end of town. It's about a forty-minute walk from home (so ideal for starting to cycle again, thus getting me fit), and I can do the job in my sleep. It also pays exactly what I'm currently earning. As it's a permanent position it'd also give me some stability until I can get my head around what I actually want to do with my life.
In short, there may well be light at the end of the tunnel.
Song of the day: Bloodflowers by The Cure- spent most of last night listening to it.
Enough philosophy for the morning. I'm in a good mood. To be exact, I've been almost euphorically happy for most of the past week or so, and I'm not quite sure I understand why. It's a couple of weeks since I was told my contract wasn't going to be continued, and last week I was informed that I wasn't even due the acting-up allowance normally due to someone doing a Grade-4 job on a Grade-3 salary. I should be alternately livid and despondant, but I'm taking it so well it scares me at times.
In fact, I've had a great couple of weeks. Last week I took advantage of my boss's offer of time off whenever I needed it to, ahem, visit some agencies on Friday morning (neglecting to mention that the extra couple of hours in bed would counteract my lethargy after a night at the Union). While the night didn't quite go as planned- rather than five hours in a rock event we found the Union closed until midnight, and thus I ended up in the carvery across town with Charlie and Vicki (both gothed up to the nines- I'm surprised the bartender kept a straight face) before jaunting back to our preferred venue. On the following morning I did actually visit the agencies to hand around my CV, as well as go shopping.
That brings me to the next part: food. I'm not quite sure how Vicki and I got onto the topic of cooking, but I've got enough culinary confidence to be unable to back down from a cook-off. I ended up doing a tagliatelle bolognaise on the Friday night that worked very well. I think I won that round, but I'm still waiting for Vicki's riposte (and I'll freely admit she does better Oriental food than me...).
The Friday night movies dragged on until near-sunrise as usual, and a good time was had by all (though we're still finding bits of Charlie's hair around after she took her extensions out). Saturday saw Graeme, Pete, Vicki and myself descending upon Nottingham, where I ended up buying coffee and manga- the two staples of modern life. We ended up pulling another all-nighter after that: watching movies, playing Munchkin and DoA Ultimate, consuming caffeine and generally getting more and more silly and erratic as the night turned into day. Though I went down like a marionette with its strings cut shortly after the party broke up and Vicki left, I had a great time- one of the most enjoyable weekends I've had in quite a while.
Bits of the erraticness (is that a word?) have evidently continued into this week. On Monday I noticed that flights to Holland in September were ridiculously cheap, and while at the pub I ended up umming an ahhing about going- after all, at present I won't be in work then. I finally decided to go. Vicki was apparently tipsy enough to ask if she could come along, and I was apparently tipsy enough to say yes. So the two of us are gatecrashing my parents' place for a week in September.
This morning I received a letter in the post inviting me to an interview at our National Specialists Office at the other end of town. It's about a forty-minute walk from home (so ideal for starting to cycle again, thus getting me fit), and I can do the job in my sleep. It also pays exactly what I'm currently earning. As it's a permanent position it'd also give me some stability until I can get my head around what I actually want to do with my life.
In short, there may well be light at the end of the tunnel.
Song of the day: Bloodflowers by The Cure- spent most of last night listening to it.
posted by Union Jackal at 10:09 am
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I created this account so I could bug you with comments, be afraid! (I used to have another blogger account but I forgot the password and the email address I registered it with is now dead).
Twas a fabby weekend though, and the food was yum! I will cook... soon, maybe next weekend though I'm not sure how Luke will take it! (plus we have no DVD player in the living room anymore so post-foodage movie night might not be an option).
*bounceybouncey*
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