Interesting day
Hey everyone,
I've been having a most interesting day.
To start with, this morning I didn' just get up in time to make my Job Centre Appointment, I got out of bed in time to clean up my room enough to find the three last payslips they wanted.
For some reason all the payslips from when I was working at Newham Council were neatly filed together, while the payslips from the Courthouse were scattered through my room like powerups in a videogame.
Although in a videogame they probably wouldn't be buried under magazines, old flyers and dockets from Tescoes. Cleaning my room, usually an overcomplicated affair for me, ran along a simple formula: magazines in one pile next to the bed all else either KEEP (throw in a shoebox) or THROW OUT (throw in the bin). All the KEEP stuff to be sorted later.
In any case, after two and a half hours of hard searching I managed to find the damn things and relearn a valuable lesson: file important stuff where you can find it, dammit.
Of course, this didn't leave me enough time to fill out the forms I had to fill for the appointment at 1040, so I started filling them then pell-melled to the Job Centre, which was located a little past Leytonstone Station.
When I got to Leytonstone Station (with a minute to spare) I was shown to the second floor by a security guard, when I took up a couch and continued filling the forms.
Two interviews followed: first the employment related one (mental note, bring in a resume for them), where I explained that I wanted to go into retail, since office work was sucking my soul out.
Then the Financial interview, which involved the documents I had been searching for, followed by filling out still more forms about when I arrived in the UK and why.
Somewhere along the way I mentioned to the interviewer that I was a writer, where she mentioned that she was an avid reader. When I told her that I'm working on science fiction/fantasy kind of stuff, she said something along the lines of 'You have that kind of air about you.'
Interesting.
Apparently I have some kind of air about me today, because on the tube into London afterwards a complete stranger asked me if I was in a band, since I looked pretty familiar.
Bizarre.
The rest of the day was a little disappointing. I went to Stargreen to see if they had tickets for the Wolfmother show next week, but they were already sold out.
I wandered down to Borders and read a Henry Rollins journal book for a while on a black leather couch. Then I took a bus down to the Virgin megastore to see if they had any CDs by Architects. Nope. None at Virgin at Picadilly circus. Their CD must not have any distribution yet. Either that or they don't have one out yet.
I met an Australian from the Gold Coast working at the counter at the Picadilly Virgin.
Then it was down to the tube and back to Leytonstone.
The girl Sheena from Cambridge had left a message on my Myspace page (which I had told her about because myspace.com/palegrey is less likely to cause an unsympathetic laugh than jason_deathpixie@hotmail.com)
I did nod off a little on the tube, and I currently feel somewhat emotional and alone. I know that it is really just me be tired, and I know that I have been cruising on something of a high the last week, buoyed along by a kick-ass weekend, pretty Austrian travellers and the like, but I do feel a definite darkness and loneliness upon me. It came on fast and it sits on my heart like a marble headstone.
Put it down to feeling tired. I'll go home and eat some vitamins and bannanas and read some books and have an early night. I don't think I'll go out tonight.
Just to fill in a gap, yesterday I got up a little late
=> took the first tube to Charing Cross Road to try to catch the Central St Martins open day
=> discovered that it wasn't an open day, it was a tour through the building that I had missed by three hours
=> ran into an Italian friend of mine that I had met at a show
=> chilled in Cafe Nero drinking Bannana Strawberry blend drink with more Italian Musicians
=> walked out into the snow
=> it stopped snowing
=> looked in discount bookshops and music shops
=> bought 'Down and Out in Paris and London' by George Orwell and 'V for Vendetta' by Alan Moore. A friend who works in a comic shop later expressed that he was waiting for the movie, planting a seed of doubt in my head that I should read it before the 17 of March.
=> looked in Forbidden Planet.
=> looked at Leicester Square. Didn't feel like seeing any movies, besides couldn't risk not making appointment in the morning.
=> Doubled back to tube station.
=> tube home
=> stopped in here but didn't time to blog, but I did check out a myspace that a friend told me about a week and a half ago, which left noisy percussion banging in my head all night.
=> Home
=> watched TV, read books
=> sleep later than I meant to.
There you go, the point version of Wednesday the 1st of March.
Don't worry about me, I'm sure I'll be okay in the morning.
Nothing this bad that comes on this fast can last for long.
I'm going home to have a nap.
Over and out.
J
I've been having a most interesting day.
To start with, this morning I didn' just get up in time to make my Job Centre Appointment, I got out of bed in time to clean up my room enough to find the three last payslips they wanted.
For some reason all the payslips from when I was working at Newham Council were neatly filed together, while the payslips from the Courthouse were scattered through my room like powerups in a videogame.
Although in a videogame they probably wouldn't be buried under magazines, old flyers and dockets from Tescoes. Cleaning my room, usually an overcomplicated affair for me, ran along a simple formula: magazines in one pile next to the bed all else either KEEP (throw in a shoebox) or THROW OUT (throw in the bin). All the KEEP stuff to be sorted later.
In any case, after two and a half hours of hard searching I managed to find the damn things and relearn a valuable lesson: file important stuff where you can find it, dammit.
Of course, this didn't leave me enough time to fill out the forms I had to fill for the appointment at 1040, so I started filling them then pell-melled to the Job Centre, which was located a little past Leytonstone Station.
When I got to Leytonstone Station (with a minute to spare) I was shown to the second floor by a security guard, when I took up a couch and continued filling the forms.
Two interviews followed: first the employment related one (mental note, bring in a resume for them), where I explained that I wanted to go into retail, since office work was sucking my soul out.
Then the Financial interview, which involved the documents I had been searching for, followed by filling out still more forms about when I arrived in the UK and why.
Somewhere along the way I mentioned to the interviewer that I was a writer, where she mentioned that she was an avid reader. When I told her that I'm working on science fiction/fantasy kind of stuff, she said something along the lines of 'You have that kind of air about you.'
Interesting.
Apparently I have some kind of air about me today, because on the tube into London afterwards a complete stranger asked me if I was in a band, since I looked pretty familiar.
Bizarre.
The rest of the day was a little disappointing. I went to Stargreen to see if they had tickets for the Wolfmother show next week, but they were already sold out.
I wandered down to Borders and read a Henry Rollins journal book for a while on a black leather couch. Then I took a bus down to the Virgin megastore to see if they had any CDs by Architects. Nope. None at Virgin at Picadilly circus. Their CD must not have any distribution yet. Either that or they don't have one out yet.
I met an Australian from the Gold Coast working at the counter at the Picadilly Virgin.
Then it was down to the tube and back to Leytonstone.
The girl Sheena from Cambridge had left a message on my Myspace page (which I had told her about because myspace.com/palegrey is less likely to cause an unsympathetic laugh than jason_deathpixie@hotmail.com)
I did nod off a little on the tube, and I currently feel somewhat emotional and alone. I know that it is really just me be tired, and I know that I have been cruising on something of a high the last week, buoyed along by a kick-ass weekend, pretty Austrian travellers and the like, but I do feel a definite darkness and loneliness upon me. It came on fast and it sits on my heart like a marble headstone.
Put it down to feeling tired. I'll go home and eat some vitamins and bannanas and read some books and have an early night. I don't think I'll go out tonight.
Just to fill in a gap, yesterday I got up a little late
=> took the first tube to Charing Cross Road to try to catch the Central St Martins open day
=> discovered that it wasn't an open day, it was a tour through the building that I had missed by three hours
=> ran into an Italian friend of mine that I had met at a show
=> chilled in Cafe Nero drinking Bannana Strawberry blend drink with more Italian Musicians
=> walked out into the snow
=> it stopped snowing
=> looked in discount bookshops and music shops
=> bought 'Down and Out in Paris and London' by George Orwell and 'V for Vendetta' by Alan Moore. A friend who works in a comic shop later expressed that he was waiting for the movie, planting a seed of doubt in my head that I should read it before the 17 of March.
=> looked in Forbidden Planet.
=> looked at Leicester Square. Didn't feel like seeing any movies, besides couldn't risk not making appointment in the morning.
=> Doubled back to tube station.
=> tube home
=> stopped in here but didn't time to blog, but I did check out a myspace that a friend told me about a week and a half ago, which left noisy percussion banging in my head all night.
=> Home
=> watched TV, read books
=> sleep later than I meant to.
There you go, the point version of Wednesday the 1st of March.
Don't worry about me, I'm sure I'll be okay in the morning.
Nothing this bad that comes on this fast can last for long.
I'm going home to have a nap.
Over and out.
J
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