There's A Big Ball Of Stress
There's a big ball of painful stress in my chest caused by the continued uncertainty over what kind of career, or if not career, then life I'll have come January. I feel deeply reluctant to spend my time on JobSearch actually, um, searching for jobs, partly because the people who run it are arrogant feudalist wankers (how I wish someone had responded to their requests for a "volunteer" to make their coffee or do some filing for them with "It's your job, do it your-fucking-self!"), partly because I still feel paranoid that I'll find a decent job, apply for it, then come home and find out that it's not on the Mum-Approved List of Careers. I'd love to raise this issue with her, but she'll just get her strop on, deny that she ever does such a thing, then do it twice as much.
Obviously, I do have a paid job waiting for me, but Dave's overburdened with that pesky integrity - he won't put it into production or even give me a ballpark figure for how much it might cost until it's absolutely perfect. Dammit! Can't he see I want to get pitifully easy paycheques writing porn and DTV action movies? I Think I Can Tell You The Title By Now, But I'm Not Sure is actually going in a really interesting direction - a sort of character-driven psychedelic-Freudian freakout that even scares me a little bit. I wish it was more rubbish, and I didn't care about doing a good job... but what can you do?
One final note. It is not very helpful to go onto the happy little safe haven provided by the good people at Snopes.com and find this (four posts down):
"Reading this thread, you would think that the rioters are irrational."
Well, that's the last quality I'd associate with rioters!
Obviously, I do have a paid job waiting for me, but Dave's overburdened with that pesky integrity - he won't put it into production or even give me a ballpark figure for how much it might cost until it's absolutely perfect. Dammit! Can't he see I want to get pitifully easy paycheques writing porn and DTV action movies? I Think I Can Tell You The Title By Now, But I'm Not Sure is actually going in a really interesting direction - a sort of character-driven psychedelic-Freudian freakout that even scares me a little bit. I wish it was more rubbish, and I didn't care about doing a good job... but what can you do?
One final note. It is not very helpful to go onto the happy little safe haven provided by the good people at Snopes.com and find this (four posts down):
"Reading this thread, you would think that the rioters are irrational."
Well, that's the last quality I'd associate with rioters!