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I fail at keeping up to date with this.
So, my life is dawdling along without much direction at the moment. Possible job opportunities in the media, but in April and for GMTV, which I watched for inspiration when drafting a letter explaining why I wanted to work there and promptly had an attack of depression. Not real depression though, more me shouting "But they're so vapid!" down the phone to my parents.
To survive I'm working at a bookshop which is pretty cool. Apart from the damned customers who asked after the Madeline McCann book. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with even looking at that thing, and have considered refusing to sell it. Luckily other customers complained about it and I don't have to see it every time I go past the counters. But yes, the people who work there are nice, the job mostly consists of helping to find books and stacking shelves, although there was a three-day period in which I had to pel the stickers off every book that was no longer on offer after the january sales. I think I still have some gluey gunk under my nails.
Wrote a sort of proto-short story a while ago. It involves unrequited love and a mechanical dragon. Unfortunately it was while I was waiting for my laptop to be fixed after the graphics card went haywire (it took two months for Fujitsu-Siemens to realise that they couldn't get a replacement from Germany, which they at first assured me they could, although when that was finally sorted out they got me a shiny new laptop whose only downside is the running on Vista. Also my MP3 player died a bit at around the same time so I've lost a few albums that I didn't back up on CD. Grr), so the draft is on paper and I'm trying to work up the enthusiasm I need to edit the thing and failing so far. Oh well. Must go and see if I still have a job.
So, my life is dawdling along without much direction at the moment. Possible job opportunities in the media, but in April and for GMTV, which I watched for inspiration when drafting a letter explaining why I wanted to work there and promptly had an attack of depression. Not real depression though, more me shouting "But they're so vapid!" down the phone to my parents.
To survive I'm working at a bookshop which is pretty cool. Apart from the damned customers who asked after the Madeline McCann book. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with even looking at that thing, and have considered refusing to sell it. Luckily other customers complained about it and I don't have to see it every time I go past the counters. But yes, the people who work there are nice, the job mostly consists of helping to find books and stacking shelves, although there was a three-day period in which I had to pel the stickers off every book that was no longer on offer after the january sales. I think I still have some gluey gunk under my nails.
Wrote a sort of proto-short story a while ago. It involves unrequited love and a mechanical dragon. Unfortunately it was while I was waiting for my laptop to be fixed after the graphics card went haywire (it took two months for Fujitsu-Siemens to realise that they couldn't get a replacement from Germany, which they at first assured me they could, although when that was finally sorted out they got me a shiny new laptop whose only downside is the running on Vista. Also my MP3 player died a bit at around the same time so I've lost a few albums that I didn't back up on CD. Grr), so the draft is on paper and I'm trying to work up the enthusiasm I need to edit the thing and failing so far. Oh well. Must go and see if I still have a job.