| Core Temperature Is Rising |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
England belabours under a blanket of stifling heat...or perhaps it's just the People's Republic. Crammed in a tiny office with four women and numerous mechanical devices, two windows that don't open and a fan appropriated by the Department Head in direct contravention of the rights of the socialist worker's commune.
Arcane forces are moving in this ragged corpse again - swilled cheap lager with the Sandman writer's clique last night and felt the old tingle of excitement fly down frayed and flayed nerves. Unfortunately, you all know that I worship at the twin-and-one altars of HST and Spider Jerusalem, and my inner journalist is nothing more than a vodka-fuelled killing machine held together with leather and hate. I've been off the bile for months now, enjoying simpler pleasures, but the urge to rip the top off a bottle of whiskey and slam down three hundred words on some piss-poor middle-class middle-england middle-age-wannabe abortion of a band is rising.
I return to my natural habitat this afternoon - drunk and aboard a train somewhere in North England, wired into the music that helps transport my mind sideways into a parallel universe where the morons of the world are throat-up under the sole of my New Rocks. Yes dear reader, the black rage and squat functional depression are seeping into my tired old corpse, and I don't know if it's because the spatiopsychosomatic bulk of That City is looming ever closer to the event horizon...
Do I need the Dread Armour to handle Minas Morgul? Or have I truly evolved health, wealth, happiness and ignorance so long after escaping that decrepit tomb of urban sprawl? |
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| Boot-up Sequence |
[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:02 am] |
My body has still not adjusted to the new wake-up cycle. I used to have to leave the house by 7:25am at the latest...now, I can crawl out of bed any time up to 8am and still have half an hour to kill before I have to drag this carass down the road. Very helpful, as last night I had eighty percent of a very nice bottle of Banrock (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) squiggle had the rest!) at another Wednesday night with lostlorelei. Much ribbing, nonsense and waffling occurred, and it was a lovely night of de-stressing after the pressure cooker of work.
I'm exceptionally nervous that I've only been in the Co-ordinator's job a month and a bit, and I'm already narked with it. I still can't decide if I'm just being a contrary bastard who's never satisfied with anything, or I'm a useless sod who doesn't want to acknowledge he's hopeless at anything involving deadlines and pressure.
Other concepts and ideas are teasing and tempting me now, massive tangents from my usual progression, big risks with indefinable payoffs...I don't like this kind of distraction, wish I was more sure of what I wanted. I probably should look into that counselling I've been promising myself for x years, but I'd rather get on with my Bass Tuition, considering I've seen our gigging schedule and it's busy.
There's a lot on my plate right now, dear reader, and I'm wondering how much I can safely hide in my napkin. Metaphorically speaking. |
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| I'm Nobody's Fucking Cartoon |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|03:39 pm] |
Had a random e-mail from an ex-editor at Sandman, asking if I'd be interested in applying for a Staff Writer's job at a local Leeds magazine. Alas, it is part-time - one day a week he said! - and therefore unlikely to support me and my new, expensive flat. I've been idly considering alternative part-time work to support me whilst I do it, but I can't think of anything...if you can, shout out and be thanked!
I'd love to finally break into journalism properly, rather than this half-hearted freelancing nonsense I kid myself with at the moment. Meanwhile, the new job continues to frag my already shaky nervous system and I constantly feel like the point of the needle for the entire damn company. Summed up, when a project falls apart because we don't have the subcontractors for it, it's my job to find new ones. My working day spins madly through a bizarre world of clashing deadlines and incomprehensible project reports.
Drinks with the Malkavian and Company tonight to chill out. |
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| Input: MEME / Output: SHITE |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|11:51 am] |
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Was the first person you talked to today male or female?
Female - the receptionist at work.
How late did you stay up last night?
I put Transmetropolitan down at about twenty to twelve.
Are you a morning person or night person?
Definitely night-time.
Have you ever seen your friends naked?
Very rarely!
Are you nervous about anything?
Naturally - work, self, money, etc.
Are you jealous of anyone?
Routinely, but that's a basic component of human mentality.
What's something you really want right now?
Money, success, confidence, direction.
Anything exciting tomorrow?
I think we're going to the pub.
What is in your purse/backpack right now?
A handful of pound coins, stamps, Necro Donor cards from thesubculture, ukgothlist cards.
Wallpaper on your cell phone?
A rotating GIF of the Doctor's TARDIS.
What are you listening to?
The girls chatting.
Last movie you saw in cinema?
Wall·E.
When is the last time you were in a swimming pool?
Summer of last year. And that should read when was.
Where does most of your family live?
East Yorkshire.
Do you sit or stand in the shower?
Idiot.
Could you live with roommates?
I have shared since I moved out of my parents about five years ago.
How many pair of flip flops do you own?
Did you ever throw up while kissing someone?
Do you have a flip phone?
No.
What was the first thing you did this morning?
Went back to sleep for ten more minutes.
What are you doing this weekend?
Going to That City, and then on to the Parents.
When is the last time you ate a sandwich?
Sometime last week - it clearly didn't leave an impression.
Are you old enough to vote?
Indeed, but I frequently forget.
How has the week been?
Very up and down - stressful, annoying, relaxing, humorous, depressing, frustrating, perplexing...more down, infact.
Still, the weekend kicked. Currently hip-deep in blah and meh. |
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| Good Morning Dr. Chandra...I Am Ready For My First Lesson |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
Turns out both the Maddest Woman and I have had a dream about our Chief Exec, I man I've nodded to a couple of times and never actually spoken to...
I should rephrase, not about him, but he was inexplicably in it, and we had a conversation I cannot recall. Everyone kept their clothes on, thankyou. Clearly something odd is at work in Headingley.
Anyone else out there having bizarre dreams? |
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| Contents Not Suitable For Oral Consumption |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|02:47 pm] |
The Maddest of the Mad Women I work with has hinted that she has found my Facebook profile. Although it is securely locked to non-friends, I'm still a little nervous at what private material could find its way into the public, corporate domain here.
Is your Facebook not safe for work colleagues to view, dear reader? |
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| Time Doesn't Wait, But She Does Linger... |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|03:24 pm] |
In any high-pressure, fast-timetable job like this, there's inevitable periods where you're left high and dry whilst other people dither about and keep you on hold. Especially if some of those people are on the East Coast and won't be up for another three hours. So I'm attempting to get through today on whatever I can scavenge from the site-blocker...
Keep me amused, dear reader. What are you doing during the quiet - or annoyingly hectic - hours of your working day?
Students, pretend-Doctors and other workshy types are also invited to comment. You know who you are ;) |
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| Access Denied |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|05:26 pm] |
BT continue to piss around and tell us their Line Detection Servers are out of whack - without them, we can't establish a phone-line in, and without that we can't register with an ISP.
Without the interwebs, I'll be out of reach to all but mobiles this weekend, and the house-warming is on hiatus until I can organise the damn thing properly. However, I am thinking...pirate-theme, maybe?
Tell me what you're thinking, interwebberway users... |
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| HAND-GREASE-FOREHEAD |
[Jul. 11th, 2008|09:03 am] |
Having a borderline personality disorder and a tenuous relationship with personal hygeine does not suggest - to anyone other than naive teenage girls who spend too much time in graveyards - that you are a beautiful, tortured soul, it suggests that you are a potentially violent, self-indulgent psycho in need of a good wash.
As swiped from sarcaustick in her scathing review of the Premier's ill-advised attempt to compare himself to Heathcliff. But also a fairly damning indictment of The Scene, aha! |
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| Social Abseiler |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|02:23 pm] |
Hark at him! On the same day I've learned my job title is now Middle Eastern and African Resources Co-ordinator[1], I've also found myself on nodding terms with the Human Resources Director and Chief Executive Officer whilst bimbling around Headingley. It's all about the connections, you see!
Sinister would not recognise the Co-ordinator, this faceless drone in his grey flannel fleece pounding another bureacratic desk into obscurity. I can only hope that future incarnations do not look unfavourably upon what is, admittedly, a fun and rewarding job!
Anyway, last night I shook the rock'n'roll genes out. Drank lager and then a bucket of JD at lostlorelei's new pad last night, much of the fuzzy-head today. Although the Rev picking me up and turning me upside down to demonstrate how light I am probably did not help, when three gallons of blood-flavoured booze poured into my addled cranium!
Today I bought an airing stand. Clearly there is some balance at work in the universe.
[1] No, I don't know what it means either. Surprising really, considering they've seen I can barely co-ordinate my way round our desks without knocking something over. |
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discontent
contemplative
boggled
drinking tea
amused
aimless