This is just crazy.... I want my quality time with Maury Jenny and Jerry....
Two days ago at about 6pm i got a call from one of the recruiters telling me they had 2 clients that wanted my services. I was surprised as i sort of knew about one but i wasn't that enamoured with the prospect of staying in Newcastle for longer even though they are only contracts. They asked if i was up for an interview the next day, and realising that an opportunity is an opportunity and not really caring all that much i said yes!
Being me, i waited to iron my clothes until the last possible second.. where's my belt? where's my shirt? oh no these pants are wrinkled, where's MY DIARY? got a tradesman to come in and quote for a new shower door thingie 10 minutes before i had to leave the house. I made it there with seconds to spare as i seem to have a knack for, after following a crazy warrant of weirdly shamed and numbered industrial buildings..
Greeting me instead of a pokey sterile environment that greeted me at QueerMastor(as my friend calls them).. i was greeted by an 'on the edge' web company with bright colours and girls and the boss being given a massage (apparantly they do them monthly). So much nicer than the usual environments i've worked in which is predominantly male and very dry. I had already decided this was to be just another practice interview and that i'd just be frank and even talked myself down in a major way.
I came out thinking it went ok, but i was in the wrong skillset for them and also i wanted the other job if any as it sounded more interesting.. but still i wasn;t 100% sold on it.
This morning I went and did the loserlink sign up thing whilst wearing my white trash tshirt, made brazen comments to the woman behind the desk about how i'm not intending to be on the dole for longer than a month and all. We enjoyed ourselves after she worked out that i was taking the piss mostly still and that's the important thing. Me and my centerlink case worker bonded in an oh so special way.
They offered me the position.
two fucking days out from my old job and this happens.
This is wrong. I have to renovate. I have to move out. I have other things to do. I don't want a job in Newcastle any more do i?.
This is an outrage. I need to watch more trash telly. I was just getting into Maury Povich with his turtleneck jumpers and Jenny Jones fantabulously blonde hair and their charming guests.
FOUL!! NOT FAIR! Yellow card.
TIME OUT! TIME OUT! I call.. /ramble
I guess it's startled me how easy it was to get another job in Newcastle, but i want to move to sydney and this is where the issues arise - do i risk turning t down and being jobless again or do I take it to have an interesting project for another 2 months but chew up more time being unsatisfied in newcastle. Leaving the house and having such a short time would mean living with my parents again short term - not only that but they live a 30 km drive from work/the gym/civilisation. I would be able to save money though. Like lots. grrr..
On a super-smiley-happy note - In conjunction with Trashmonkeybeth(tm) Productions i'll be going to Park Life after that cute girlie that i like from DIXX the other weekend invited us. So that's exciting. I finally get to see Pilgrem.
Huzzah for free coffee - the coffee cart girl was lovely enough to give me free parting coffee on my last afternoon on Monday! :) Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!!
Edit: BTW I'll get another 2 poems out of the way tonight when i get home - i've been ridiculously busy
Being me, i waited to iron my clothes until the last possible second.. where's my belt? where's my shirt? oh no these pants are wrinkled, where's MY DIARY? got a tradesman to come in and quote for a new shower door thingie 10 minutes before i had to leave the house. I made it there with seconds to spare as i seem to have a knack for, after following a crazy warrant of weirdly shamed and numbered industrial buildings..
Greeting me instead of a pokey sterile environment that greeted me at QueerMastor(as my friend calls them).. i was greeted by an 'on the edge' web company with bright colours and girls and the boss being given a massage (apparantly they do them monthly). So much nicer than the usual environments i've worked in which is predominantly male and very dry. I had already decided this was to be just another practice interview and that i'd just be frank and even talked myself down in a major way.
I came out thinking it went ok, but i was in the wrong skillset for them and also i wanted the other job if any as it sounded more interesting.. but still i wasn;t 100% sold on it.
This morning I went and did the loserlink sign up thing whilst wearing my white trash tshirt, made brazen comments to the woman behind the desk about how i'm not intending to be on the dole for longer than a month and all. We enjoyed ourselves after she worked out that i was taking the piss mostly still and that's the important thing. Me and my centerlink case worker bonded in an oh so special way.
They offered me the position.
two fucking days out from my old job and this happens.
This is wrong. I have to renovate. I have to move out. I have other things to do. I don't want a job in Newcastle any more do i?.
This is an outrage. I need to watch more trash telly. I was just getting into Maury Povich with his turtleneck jumpers and Jenny Jones fantabulously blonde hair and their charming guests.
FOUL!! NOT FAIR! Yellow card.
TIME OUT! TIME OUT! I call.. /ramble
I guess it's startled me how easy it was to get another job in Newcastle, but i want to move to sydney and this is where the issues arise - do i risk turning t down and being jobless again or do I take it to have an interesting project for another 2 months but chew up more time being unsatisfied in newcastle. Leaving the house and having such a short time would mean living with my parents again short term - not only that but they live a 30 km drive from work/the gym/civilisation. I would be able to save money though. Like lots. grrr..
On a super-smiley-happy note - In conjunction with Trashmonkeybeth(tm) Productions i'll be going to Park Life after that cute girlie that i like from DIXX the other weekend invited us. So that's exciting. I finally get to see Pilgrem.
Huzzah for free coffee - the coffee cart girl was lovely enough to give me free parting coffee on my last afternoon on Monday! :) Buzz!! Buzz!! Buzz!!
Edit: BTW I'll get another 2 poems out of the way tonight when i get home - i've been ridiculously busy