Hey de Ho!
Hey.
I'm tired.
It wasn't a very hard day, but I am still tired.
Most notable: Estate Brats in the public gallery, a knucklehead drunk driver demonstrating why you should never conduct your own defence, a crazy drunk Irishman making me look like a muppet in someone else's court (I led him to the court he needed to be in just for him to yell his name at the top of his lungs WHILE another case was being heard), said Irishman being thrown out of the building by Security and Off-duty Detectives and confusing shenanigans to do with Morning and Afternoon Lists.
Yay.
Life drawing was fun, even if I was having a lousy drawing week.
I managed to get charcoal and white pastel on my blue jeans. Woo. I felt so arty.
My mother tells me that Gus is still in Seattle and having a great time.
Good for him.
I asked one of the supervisors at work how much money I would make if I applied to be permanent. She told me that I would only make about £14 000 or £15 000 a year. Currently, after tax, I reckon I would really be pushing it to make £10 000. If every week I get paid like last week, it is more like £8 500.
Good thing nobody's pregnant.
In any case, the problem with applying to be permanent is that I would have to quit Diamond first.
Not such a big deal for me, since Diamond and I have never had a great relationship (sometime I'll dedicate a huge Blog to the insults and inequities that Diamond Resourcing have perpetrated on myself and others), but quitting Diamond would effectively mean that I was quitting the job, until I successfully applied to be permanent.
If I were to do that, I would make damn sure that a) I was already indespensible and b) all that mattered knew it.
As per currently, I've still got a way to go.
Anways, tonight I go see The Melvins perform Houdini.
And then I sleep.
Over and out.
J
Tonight I go see the Melvins. Then I sleep.
I'm tired.
It wasn't a very hard day, but I am still tired.
Most notable: Estate Brats in the public gallery, a knucklehead drunk driver demonstrating why you should never conduct your own defence, a crazy drunk Irishman making me look like a muppet in someone else's court (I led him to the court he needed to be in just for him to yell his name at the top of his lungs WHILE another case was being heard), said Irishman being thrown out of the building by Security and Off-duty Detectives and confusing shenanigans to do with Morning and Afternoon Lists.
Yay.
Life drawing was fun, even if I was having a lousy drawing week.
I managed to get charcoal and white pastel on my blue jeans. Woo. I felt so arty.
My mother tells me that Gus is still in Seattle and having a great time.
Good for him.
I asked one of the supervisors at work how much money I would make if I applied to be permanent. She told me that I would only make about £14 000 or £15 000 a year. Currently, after tax, I reckon I would really be pushing it to make £10 000. If every week I get paid like last week, it is more like £8 500.
Good thing nobody's pregnant.
In any case, the problem with applying to be permanent is that I would have to quit Diamond first.
Not such a big deal for me, since Diamond and I have never had a great relationship (sometime I'll dedicate a huge Blog to the insults and inequities that Diamond Resourcing have perpetrated on myself and others), but quitting Diamond would effectively mean that I was quitting the job, until I successfully applied to be permanent.
If I were to do that, I would make damn sure that a) I was already indespensible and b) all that mattered knew it.
As per currently, I've still got a way to go.
Anways, tonight I go see The Melvins perform Houdini.
And then I sleep.
Over and out.
J
Tonight I go see the Melvins. Then I sleep.
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