GTFO crapola.
I had an emo weekend. I don't think I'm going to go into it. FML.
I did something silly and bought loads of photos of our dogs, and am now really, really up the creek. I have so many things to be paid for soon (a bit of rent, Peugeot, a night out on Friday, one gig, two Germany trips, one Bognor trip and a possible Finland mission) and I currently have just enough weekly income to cover my rent and petrol. Nightmare. So I'm trying to find some sort of casual work to fill two-three days a week, without interrupting my amazing Tuesdays (a ballet-dancey-sorta day) and Thursdays (a £85-for-a-days'-work-sorta day). I already knew this, but jobseeking online is a nightmare! I have been e-mailing my CV to all sorts of casual work agencies. One guy called me back straight away and asked me what sort of license I had - he was looking for HGV drivers. Wat is this I don't even. The internet is bendy. In between all this I had lunch (a massive-baguette-sorta meal in a lovely-new-café-sorta place in Portswood) with Anna (who's off work this week), desperately trying to sell things on thriftstoreuk and making trips to the tip - we finally got rid of all the rubble, old carpet, fence panels and general crap from our front drive. I also took the boys for a run and sneaked into the village to get Anna a birthday card because I was going to make one like I normally do but I have run out of ideas for good cards these days.
I did something silly and bought loads of photos of our dogs, and am now really, really up the creek. I have so many things to be paid for soon (a bit of rent, Peugeot, a night out on Friday, one gig, two Germany trips, one Bognor trip and a possible Finland mission) and I currently have just enough weekly income to cover my rent and petrol. Nightmare. So I'm trying to find some sort of casual work to fill two-three days a week, without interrupting my amazing Tuesdays (a ballet-dancey-sorta day) and Thursdays (a £85-for-a-days'-work-sorta day). I already knew this, but jobseeking online is a nightmare! I have been e-mailing my CV to all sorts of casual work agencies. One guy called me back straight away and asked me what sort of license I had - he was looking for HGV drivers. Wat is this I don't even. The internet is bendy. In between all this I had lunch (a massive-baguette-sorta meal in a lovely-new-café-sorta place in Portswood) with Anna (who's off work this week), desperately trying to sell things on thriftstoreuk and making trips to the tip - we finally got rid of all the rubble, old carpet, fence panels and general crap from our front drive. I also took the boys for a run and sneaked into the village to get Anna a birthday card because I was going to make one like I normally do but I have run out of ideas for good cards these days.