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December the twenty second and I'm only halfway through some gift fic I thought I'd write for someone on my flist who put a tempting request on their happy holiday wishlist. I must get cracking.
Today was a quite good day. I was given a Christmas gift from one of the girls I work with (today is my 12th day in the office), and a card from the other. Then the boss chatted to me at the end of the day and asked if I'd be interested in taking a temporary contract with them, rather than the agency, after Christmas as they were desperately trying to create me a job! It'll be part-time if it happens, and I still have an application form to fill in (for a different department), but it looks like I won't be out of work for much longer. Do you think it's okay to stick up two fingers to my old boss?
I went shopping in town tonight and visited Lush. My left hand smells delightful. I love Lush.
I should get writing. I might try and stay awake a bit later tonight and get to it when the tv goes off. It's always so much easier then. In the meantime I might try and type up what I've done so far. That would be a help, at least!
ETA: Typing up done. My notebook contained just over 3,100 words. Onto writing sooooon! My left hand still smells lovely.
Today was a quite good day. I was given a Christmas gift from one of the girls I work with (today is my 12th day in the office), and a card from the other. Then the boss chatted to me at the end of the day and asked if I'd be interested in taking a temporary contract with them, rather than the agency, after Christmas as they were desperately trying to create me a job! It'll be part-time if it happens, and I still have an application form to fill in (for a different department), but it looks like I won't be out of work for much longer. Do you think it's okay to stick up two fingers to my old boss?
I went shopping in town tonight and visited Lush. My left hand smells delightful. I love Lush.
I should get writing. I might try and stay awake a bit later tonight and get to it when the tv goes off. It's always so much easier then. In the meantime I might try and type up what I've done so far. That would be a help, at least!
ETA: Typing up done. My notebook contained just over 3,100 words. Onto writing sooooon! My left hand still smells lovely.