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In less boring news about my weekend. My MA application is all but finished. I have a reference from an ex-deputy principal of RADA and rosamicula I had been panicing about doing an MA until I read the departmental handbook. Apparently what I had been stressing about was not knowing all the stuff they are going to teach me BEFORE THEY TAUGHT ME. rosamicula said 'You have to remember that they've had 10 years of stupid post graduate applicants, you will be FINE. I do forget sometimes that my B in GCSE Maths from 22 years ago now qualifies me to run CERN.
So that's it once I've written my 500 word performance analysis - as long as they let me in (my chief worry is returning to the world of the acadmic essay) again Jane chipped in with 'I've read your livejournal, you can write an academic essay.'*
It means I stay in the dayjob...which I was feeling a little peeved at after this year's salary review (yes I know, I know - but this is my lowest takehome since 2004-5) but then I remembered that they put secret money in my pension that I never see and that means that in real terms I am better off than in 2009. I also know that I am on track for a modest but workable pension only a couple of years after my retirement date.
I had a terrible tizz last week about salary. I get so so violently angry about married tax breaks. The people who need tax breaks are people who live alone. Everything costs more and we (we merry singles) pay tax on that extra cost for the 'privilege' of solitude. I can't afford to live alone in London after next year...I mentioned this to my boss - it's all very well saying I'm earning market, but my colleagues are all married so they get themselves into the 300k plus mortgage bracket by dint of having shacked up. I didn't strategically decide I wanted to be a burden on and menace to society (well - okay maybe a little bit), I have genuinely tried to have partners over the years. Can I get some sort of one-off payment every time I have an unrequited crush? That would be helpful. Sort of like a winter fuel allowance? My tax contributions (to date and long may it remain so) far outweigh everything I have ever taken from society...can I have some sort of reward for being a brave little soldier? You know. Like rent control?
Anyway - off to rehearsingtons. Again. Looking forward to a night to myself tomorrow. Just me and some pan fried plaice.
*It's a good job that Jane and I weren't friends at the inception of my LJ - remember the countless memes of 'Which deviant muppet are you' and 'They've just launched Coke Vanilla in the UK! WOO YAY!' (Remember Woo! Yay!?)
So that's it once I've written my 500 word performance analysis - as long as they let me in (my chief worry is returning to the world of the acadmic essay) again Jane chipped in with 'I've read your livejournal, you can write an academic essay.'*
It means I stay in the dayjob...which I was feeling a little peeved at after this year's salary review (yes I know, I know - but this is my lowest takehome since 2004-5) but then I remembered that they put secret money in my pension that I never see and that means that in real terms I am better off than in 2009. I also know that I am on track for a modest but workable pension only a couple of years after my retirement date.
I had a terrible tizz last week about salary. I get so so violently angry about married tax breaks. The people who need tax breaks are people who live alone. Everything costs more and we (we merry singles) pay tax on that extra cost for the 'privilege' of solitude. I can't afford to live alone in London after next year...I mentioned this to my boss - it's all very well saying I'm earning market, but my colleagues are all married so they get themselves into the 300k plus mortgage bracket by dint of having shacked up. I didn't strategically decide I wanted to be a burden on and menace to society (well - okay maybe a little bit), I have genuinely tried to have partners over the years. Can I get some sort of one-off payment every time I have an unrequited crush? That would be helpful. Sort of like a winter fuel allowance? My tax contributions (to date and long may it remain so) far outweigh everything I have ever taken from society...can I have some sort of reward for being a brave little soldier? You know. Like rent control?
Anyway - off to rehearsingtons. Again. Looking forward to a night to myself tomorrow. Just me and some pan fried plaice.
*It's a good job that Jane and I weren't friends at the inception of my LJ - remember the countless memes of 'Which deviant muppet are you' and 'They've just launched Coke Vanilla in the UK! WOO YAY!' (Remember Woo! Yay!?)