"You said, I am as constant as a Northern Star...
I said, Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar..."
I had good news yesterday - or at least I thought it was good.
Mark rang up to ask me if I wanted to work a couple of Sundays soon at the bookshop. Then he revealed that Alexa was leaving, and so would I like to do Sundays in the new year? I said yes as my neurons danced about at the thought of actually being able to pay my parents rent again.
I told my brother this shiney news (since he was the first person I saw.) He looked sorry on my behalf and said, “Can’t you get more days?” Followed by, “That’s a bit poor isn’t it? Oh well...” I appreciate his attempted solidarity, but turning my good news into a funeral sermon was blergh.
I have yet to tell any other members of my family for fear they might react in the same way. They will probably either say ‘oh dear, pity it’s only Sunday’ or ‘don’t worry about rent’ - thereby missing the point entirely. The point dear readers, is that I have little wish to work full time. I want to work enough to pay rent, and have a handful of spending money so I may travel to see friends and buy a round at the pub occasionally. With luck - erm, and after I’ve cleared my back-rent and Barclay card bill =P - I will be able to accomplish this.
I am looking for winterfest giftings on ebay. This is potentially crispy and an easy way to sort tricky things, and potentially utterly useless. (Dependant on luck, competitiveness vs availability and how often I check the bid obviously.)
Today I have been sewing and stuff.
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar..."
I had good news yesterday - or at least I thought it was good.
Mark rang up to ask me if I wanted to work a couple of Sundays soon at the bookshop. Then he revealed that Alexa was leaving, and so would I like to do Sundays in the new year? I said yes as my neurons danced about at the thought of actually being able to pay my parents rent again.
I told my brother this shiney news (since he was the first person I saw.) He looked sorry on my behalf and said, “Can’t you get more days?” Followed by, “That’s a bit poor isn’t it? Oh well...” I appreciate his attempted solidarity, but turning my good news into a funeral sermon was blergh.
I have yet to tell any other members of my family for fear they might react in the same way. They will probably either say ‘oh dear, pity it’s only Sunday’ or ‘don’t worry about rent’ - thereby missing the point entirely. The point dear readers, is that I have little wish to work full time. I want to work enough to pay rent, and have a handful of spending money so I may travel to see friends and buy a round at the pub occasionally. With luck - erm, and after I’ve cleared my back-rent and Barclay card bill =P - I will be able to accomplish this.
I am looking for winterfest giftings on ebay. This is potentially crispy and an easy way to sort tricky things, and potentially utterly useless. (Dependant on luck, competitiveness vs availability and how often I check the bid obviously.)
Today I have been sewing and stuff.