graveyard shifts
Damn, it's been ages since I last posted AGAIN... and once again, everything and nothing has occurred. Caught up with friends, travelled to Reading of all places, wrote a lot of music and worked my arse off.
It dawned upon me last pay-day that I'm not doing wonderfully financially and didn't help that I was owed over a grand for bills amongst other things.. I've gotten about half of it back, but still some way to go. I don't mind in the respect that I'm getting money back in drips and drabs, which is preventing me from blowing all my money in one go. If I mentally know that I have no money, I'm often more careful with how I spend it... except for Reading where I blew £100 in a weekend and not entirely sure on what.
As a semi-back-up, I decided to do some overtime for the past few weekends. Was just going to be a day here and there, but that backfired on me as bank holiday turned out to be a night shift, which slipped into a night after that, then the next night.. and now I have completed an entire week of 12-16 hour night shifts - starting in the afternoon / evening and finishing late mornings. My bodyclock is now fucked. It's weird to think that I've been spending all my days sleeping and nights working... if I was back at my first year of uni, I could have entertained this notion with more ease, but this was just crazy. I outright refused to do any weekend work. I need to re-adjust my bodyclock. I need to record two people on Sunday. I need...
On the plus side of this, I will hopefully have a massive pay-cheque next month (even after tax, it'll be quite good I hope, and they will take a lot). I need to go on a holiday. I'm not doing Glastonbury this year - too tired of it, mentally and physically. I know there's always something new each year, but since going in 2000, I've seen it all. I might go again one day, but not this year... Dublin is a possibility. Luca is going there next month and I've been invited, but it's also expensive there (that's a 'wait-and-see'), but taking a 'music holiday' is looking more likely this very second... that's a holiday where I stay at home and write music the whole time, but this is dependent on whether Judith pulls her finger out of her arse and starts contributing a little more to our project.
But right now I have to sit tight as there's the possibility that I'll be donating towards abortion costs if the child turns out to be mine. She and her husband have paid €2,000 for a DNA test, which is 'officially' due today... and I've heard nothing, of course. *sits tight*
OOOHHHHHHHHHH and I nearly forgot. Yesterday was a day in history, for sure. I shaved off all my hair. I'm now a grade 2 mofo.
It dawned upon me last pay-day that I'm not doing wonderfully financially and didn't help that I was owed over a grand for bills amongst other things.. I've gotten about half of it back, but still some way to go. I don't mind in the respect that I'm getting money back in drips and drabs, which is preventing me from blowing all my money in one go. If I mentally know that I have no money, I'm often more careful with how I spend it... except for Reading where I blew £100 in a weekend and not entirely sure on what.
As a semi-back-up, I decided to do some overtime for the past few weekends. Was just going to be a day here and there, but that backfired on me as bank holiday turned out to be a night shift, which slipped into a night after that, then the next night.. and now I have completed an entire week of 12-16 hour night shifts - starting in the afternoon / evening and finishing late mornings. My bodyclock is now fucked. It's weird to think that I've been spending all my days sleeping and nights working... if I was back at my first year of uni, I could have entertained this notion with more ease, but this was just crazy. I outright refused to do any weekend work. I need to re-adjust my bodyclock. I need to record two people on Sunday. I need...
On the plus side of this, I will hopefully have a massive pay-cheque next month (even after tax, it'll be quite good I hope, and they will take a lot). I need to go on a holiday. I'm not doing Glastonbury this year - too tired of it, mentally and physically. I know there's always something new each year, but since going in 2000, I've seen it all. I might go again one day, but not this year... Dublin is a possibility. Luca is going there next month and I've been invited, but it's also expensive there (that's a 'wait-and-see'), but taking a 'music holiday' is looking more likely this very second... that's a holiday where I stay at home and write music the whole time, but this is dependent on whether Judith pulls her finger out of her arse and starts contributing a little more to our project.
But right now I have to sit tight as there's the possibility that I'll be donating towards abortion costs if the child turns out to be mine. She and her husband have paid €2,000 for a DNA test, which is 'officially' due today... and I've heard nothing, of course. *sits tight*
OOOHHHHHHHHHH and I nearly forgot. Yesterday was a day in history, for sure. I shaved off all my hair. I'm now a grade 2 mofo.