They say a week is a long time in politics
Well, for me, sometimes life changes inside of a day.
Yesterday, having moped about the house, and done a shedload of laundry and ironing, I went out to the 100 Club to do a Lindy lesson and see the Ding Dong Daddios, along with a whole big bunch of people. Thank you tabithabunnie for herding, it was an excellent night. Happy and slightly drunk, it took practically no persuasion at all to go north with Benjy, Jon and Faye, rather than make my way home on my own.
Today, then, started unexpectedly, in a different house, with no change of clothes, and the need to go home. Which was fine, since I'm not working. Not long after I got here, though, there was a knock on the door - I'm awaiting delivery of something I need to sign for (stupid delivery company only gives you a day, not a time slot, grr!), so I think, bonus, I'll get to leave the house today! But no, it's a chap from the electricity company, wanting to change over the meter. Long story, but the upshot is, no can do, and it's a bloody weird setup. In the course of looking at meters, the cupboard gets emptied of a bag of cat toys, which I find, some hours later, scattered about the lounge, the cat looking smug in the middle. Too cute and funny to be annoyed about!
But the really good, and most unexpected, news is that I'll be working again from tomorrow. Hill McGlynn, who only got my CV yesterday (although there has been prior contact, to be fair), have found a temp job that's near my house, and pays ok. It's not entirely what I want to be doing, but I do need to keep paying the bills while I hunt around, and everybody understands that's what I'm doing. Perfect!
Once again, my luck with work holds... I think the longest I've ever been unemployed was 2 weeks, after I'd just left uni and moved to London. There was a period of no work when I moved back to London in '03, but it was a complicated change-over from contracting, needing time for a big private project, and generally not putting paid work high on the agenda until the money ran out - once I did pull finger, it was again mere days (maybe one?) before the agency (Fairstaff) found me something, and something good. It's no wonder I love temping so much, it's full of instant successes for me, and my late aunt spent a good few years doing it, so I guess she loved it too. Like renting vs. buying houses, someone else always gets a cut, but at least it's always available, easy to get into and out of, and has plenty of variety, while you make up your mind what you really want.
Tonight shall be quiet, but from tomorrow, it's all go again - work, then play; Thu is going to involve a lot of running around, but I shall be in town, if anyone wants to meet up for lunch, or possibly even dinner; Fri, more work, and then the weekend, which may be filled with the sort of pottering about the house that I thought I'd have all week to do. Or, alternatively, two nights of clubbing, and a Sunday recovery... place bets now....
Speaking of bets, what are the odds that the delivery person will knock while I'm in the shower? I'm going to test this right now!
Yesterday, having moped about the house, and done a shedload of laundry and ironing, I went out to the 100 Club to do a Lindy lesson and see the Ding Dong Daddios, along with a whole big bunch of people. Thank you tabithabunnie for herding, it was an excellent night. Happy and slightly drunk, it took practically no persuasion at all to go north with Benjy, Jon and Faye, rather than make my way home on my own.
Today, then, started unexpectedly, in a different house, with no change of clothes, and the need to go home. Which was fine, since I'm not working. Not long after I got here, though, there was a knock on the door - I'm awaiting delivery of something I need to sign for (stupid delivery company only gives you a day, not a time slot, grr!), so I think, bonus, I'll get to leave the house today! But no, it's a chap from the electricity company, wanting to change over the meter. Long story, but the upshot is, no can do, and it's a bloody weird setup. In the course of looking at meters, the cupboard gets emptied of a bag of cat toys, which I find, some hours later, scattered about the lounge, the cat looking smug in the middle. Too cute and funny to be annoyed about!
But the really good, and most unexpected, news is that I'll be working again from tomorrow. Hill McGlynn, who only got my CV yesterday (although there has been prior contact, to be fair), have found a temp job that's near my house, and pays ok. It's not entirely what I want to be doing, but I do need to keep paying the bills while I hunt around, and everybody understands that's what I'm doing. Perfect!
Once again, my luck with work holds... I think the longest I've ever been unemployed was 2 weeks, after I'd just left uni and moved to London. There was a period of no work when I moved back to London in '03, but it was a complicated change-over from contracting, needing time for a big private project, and generally not putting paid work high on the agenda until the money ran out - once I did pull finger, it was again mere days (maybe one?) before the agency (Fairstaff) found me something, and something good. It's no wonder I love temping so much, it's full of instant successes for me, and my late aunt spent a good few years doing it, so I guess she loved it too. Like renting vs. buying houses, someone else always gets a cut, but at least it's always available, easy to get into and out of, and has plenty of variety, while you make up your mind what you really want.
Tonight shall be quiet, but from tomorrow, it's all go again - work, then play; Thu is going to involve a lot of running around, but I shall be in town, if anyone wants to meet up for lunch, or possibly even dinner; Fri, more work, and then the weekend, which may be filled with the sort of pottering about the house that I thought I'd have all week to do. Or, alternatively, two nights of clubbing, and a Sunday recovery... place bets now....
Speaking of bets, what are the odds that the delivery person will knock while I'm in the shower? I'm going to test this right now!