I started the new job this week and to be frank, I feel lost. I'm drifting ever further out on a rip and I have figured out too late that the pool I've been paddling around in is not the ocean after all. Also the temperature is somewhat different- I find the office/corporate atmosphere an intimidating one. I haven't been taught the language that ( Read more... )

I am going to finish an entry if it kills me. But all I can think about is this job. Good idea, or the worst I've had in years? If my stomach is correct, then I've made a horrible mistake. I just wish I had some sort of auto mode I could go into until the probation period is over that would stop me from making a mistake. Shit. Do I even want this? ( Read more... )

Yow. It's been a while. Not how I want to proceed, letting this journal slowly wither, but I feel a trifle exhausted at wringing material out of days that largely seem the same. The last few days have not been the same, though- Tom and I are having our first stretch of uninterrupted time together in over a year, and it's lovely, if uneventful. I've ( Read more... )

My main enthusiasm for public holidays is simply that they give me days off. I've just had one but could do with approximately a million to follow. I live in terror of losing my job, but I still don't want to go to work tomorrow. It's the onslaught of tiny conversations with strangers; sometimes such a prospect is hard to face. I get tired, I get ( Read more... )

As a teenager, I generally watched a slasher movie on Christmas Day. The Corpse Grinders holds some especially fond memories for me, but lately I haven't found anything of sufficiently low calibre to bring me festive delight. It doesn't help that video stores don't really exist these days- don't get me wrong, I love it that I can download all kind ( Read more... )

I am about to go to one, so why not ( Read more... )

Lisa Carver has written a new book. On how to write. Or not. She says writing is just talking, so everyone is a writer. This buoyant confidence is kind of impressive. It's all grand and reckless, like an eight year going for the swan dive, ending up with a bellyflop and laughing huge into the sun with chlorine flooded eyes. It feels very alive to ( Read more... )

My feet don't look too good in sandals-battered and calloused and their weird triangular shape becomes pretty obvious. But summer is coming and summer is a bad time for crazy chunky goth boots of any kind. Which is sad. Sandals can't be much else other than prissy or hippy and I'm reluctantly opting for the latter. The mad knitted hat I'm currently ( Read more... )

I think this has been my longest lj silence ever. Not too delighted about that, but I do have the excuse of being internetless, followed by the excuse of being swarmed over by relatives lately, followed by the excuse that I am just plain boring and don't get up to much. Sleeping, cutting my fingers open at work and buying an Alannah Hill coat from ( Read more... )

I saw a bunch of schnauzer puppies yesterday. They were schnauzing around in a pretty awesome way. I make no excuse for squeaking over puppies when I see them. Even really old puppies. A concrete back garden makes getting my own mutt nothing but a puppy-shaped pipe dream, but one day. Yes, one day. Until then I shall get the leftover puppy love ( Read more... )