Blarg!
Blarg!
It's Friday Night, I've spent too long at this net cafe and I'm a bad combination of bored and feeling pressed for time.
Tomorrow I'm going to the London Tattoo Convention. I'm planning to be back in Leytonstone in time for the party that Masao is going to throw.
I'm also going to do all the usual weekend stuff I do. Washing, ironing, cooking something weird etc.
But most importantly, tomorrow I am going to put in the Application plus a resume for that job at Borders.
Why did I decide that I need to do this? First of all, some of the coolest people I work with are either leaving or have left. Tamz the Prosecutor, Farrah the Solicitor, Cambridge Chris etc.
I just found out that Anj is going to be leaving soon, possibly to make use of the Law Degree that she has.
Another thing I've noticed is that this job is always either boring or panic. Today was mostly panic with a dash or boredom.
Don't get me wrong, it's important to me that I have become halfway decent at this job. I'm still conflicted about the possibility of applying for other jobs.
But I think I have to be prepared to stay ahead of the shark on this one.
Waiting til the job has jumped the shark is not a good strategy.
Bear in mind I am still going to work this job until I find something worth leaving for. But I am planning to leave. I am not going to be a listcaller forever.
Tonight I will fill out the form, tweak my CV and consider my decision.
Tomorrow I will get my CV printed, go to Oxford Circus and hand it in. Info Desk, Second Floor.
Other News:
Senser last night was an interesting experience. It wasn't a bad gig at all, though the drunks in the crowd did piss me off.
But Senser themselves... I thought that they lacked energy and didn't quite live up to the legend.
It could just be that in the ten years since Senser first came to prominance in London we've had bands like SixFtHick, Converge and the Dillinger Escape Plan constantly pushing the limits of onstage energy, intensity and sheer malarky, but I did expect a little more than I was presented with.
Still, maybe it was an off night.
Musically they were great. And I had a great time up the front shouting along and throwing shapes back at Heitham.
My main irritation for the gig was an aggressive dancer. The drunk kind who will be a lout, but in a really friendly way. At one point he put his arm around my shoulders, but had his wrist against my throat so that is pressed on my windpipe. I was tempted to throw an elbow into his ribs hard enough to break them, but I thought that starting a fight when there were three cameras pointed at me wasn't a good idea.
This weekend (or even next week) I want to make time to see Serenity and/or Nightwatch.
Funniest thing today:
In the office some people were talking about the Silverlink Richmond Line. Someone, I can't remember who, mentioned that it was known as the Savage Express.
I can see why. And apparently it is much better than it used to be.
There is one thing in particular that bothers me about possibly leaving the job at the Highbury Funhouse (as Richard calls it)... it is a stupid thing, given that the crush is nine months seven months old, but not being in Islington all the time, I would probably never see La Rosa again.
I'll live.
Over and out.
J
It's Friday Night, I've spent too long at this net cafe and I'm a bad combination of bored and feeling pressed for time.
Tomorrow I'm going to the London Tattoo Convention. I'm planning to be back in Leytonstone in time for the party that Masao is going to throw.
I'm also going to do all the usual weekend stuff I do. Washing, ironing, cooking something weird etc.
But most importantly, tomorrow I am going to put in the Application plus a resume for that job at Borders.
Why did I decide that I need to do this? First of all, some of the coolest people I work with are either leaving or have left. Tamz the Prosecutor, Farrah the Solicitor, Cambridge Chris etc.
I just found out that Anj is going to be leaving soon, possibly to make use of the Law Degree that she has.
Another thing I've noticed is that this job is always either boring or panic. Today was mostly panic with a dash or boredom.
Don't get me wrong, it's important to me that I have become halfway decent at this job. I'm still conflicted about the possibility of applying for other jobs.
But I think I have to be prepared to stay ahead of the shark on this one.
Waiting til the job has jumped the shark is not a good strategy.
Bear in mind I am still going to work this job until I find something worth leaving for. But I am planning to leave. I am not going to be a listcaller forever.
Tonight I will fill out the form, tweak my CV and consider my decision.
Tomorrow I will get my CV printed, go to Oxford Circus and hand it in. Info Desk, Second Floor.
Other News:
Senser last night was an interesting experience. It wasn't a bad gig at all, though the drunks in the crowd did piss me off.
But Senser themselves... I thought that they lacked energy and didn't quite live up to the legend.
It could just be that in the ten years since Senser first came to prominance in London we've had bands like SixFtHick, Converge and the Dillinger Escape Plan constantly pushing the limits of onstage energy, intensity and sheer malarky, but I did expect a little more than I was presented with.
Still, maybe it was an off night.
Musically they were great. And I had a great time up the front shouting along and throwing shapes back at Heitham.
My main irritation for the gig was an aggressive dancer. The drunk kind who will be a lout, but in a really friendly way. At one point he put his arm around my shoulders, but had his wrist against my throat so that is pressed on my windpipe. I was tempted to throw an elbow into his ribs hard enough to break them, but I thought that starting a fight when there were three cameras pointed at me wasn't a good idea.
This weekend (or even next week) I want to make time to see Serenity and/or Nightwatch.
Funniest thing today:
In the office some people were talking about the Silverlink Richmond Line. Someone, I can't remember who, mentioned that it was known as the Savage Express.
I can see why. And apparently it is much better than it used to be.
There is one thing in particular that bothers me about possibly leaving the job at the Highbury Funhouse (as Richard calls it)... it is a stupid thing, given that the crush is nine months seven months old, but not being in Islington all the time, I would probably never see La Rosa again.
I'll live.
Over and out.
J
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