Firstly, it's grade 2 if a little tufty due to crap clippers and I'm as cool as a refridgerated carrot who's best mates with the cucumber from the vegetable compartment.
Secondly. I can't sleep because I think I'm soon to change my job and life for the radical.
As great as it feels to say 'I'm a Sound Engineer' I don't like getting shat on for every project I do because I just don't get this TV bollox that my boss insists is so straight forward. And I earn fuck-all.
I did have a plan B in case all this bollocking resulted in a sacking. I may implement this regardless of continued employment.
And just because I like exposing my every thought (and as some may have seen, my every anatomical componant) to the general public, I'm going to tell you all what it is...ahem...
I leave the employment of the Farm Post Production and take up self-employment for a high profile (and reportedly non-sexual) Male Escort company, still in London. When the allegedly impressive finance has doused the flames of my considerable debt and I have developed my own studio as far as is necessary, I return to University to do a full-time doctorate in philosphy at St. Martin's. while continuing to fund my research with escorting and lecturing.
Just to be sure, it seems sensible to start with doing it at the weekends only, before taking any drastic action.
In the spirit of openness in the workplace, I will be telling my bosses all of the above. *gulp*
So... what do you think? I'm bloody nervous myself. Not sure if my parents will approve. Having said that, my mum did once suggest I become an escort. One of her stranger suggestions I must add.
Ps. Had a lovely day in the park wih Farqueue Ciel Jayne partiallyblind and Aleph. Thankyou guys.xxx
Secondly. I can't sleep because I think I'm soon to change my job and life for the radical.
As great as it feels to say 'I'm a Sound Engineer' I don't like getting shat on for every project I do because I just don't get this TV bollox that my boss insists is so straight forward. And I earn fuck-all.
I did have a plan B in case all this bollocking resulted in a sacking. I may implement this regardless of continued employment.
And just because I like exposing my every thought (and as some may have seen, my every anatomical componant) to the general public, I'm going to tell you all what it is...ahem...
I leave the employment of the Farm Post Production and take up self-employment for a high profile (and reportedly non-sexual) Male Escort company, still in London. When the allegedly impressive finance has doused the flames of my considerable debt and I have developed my own studio as far as is necessary, I return to University to do a full-time doctorate in philosphy at St. Martin's. while continuing to fund my research with escorting and lecturing.
Just to be sure, it seems sensible to start with doing it at the weekends only, before taking any drastic action.
In the spirit of openness in the workplace, I will be telling my bosses all of the above. *gulp*
So... what do you think? I'm bloody nervous myself. Not sure if my parents will approve. Having said that, my mum did once suggest I become an escort. One of her stranger suggestions I must add.
Ps. Had a lovely day in the park wih Farqueue Ciel Jayne partiallyblind and Aleph. Thankyou guys.xxx
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october:
yup, thats right. i didn't know you went to uni there... i was born there and lived there for years. every now and then i get nostalgic and miss the place 
ciel:
you dont need to worry, until I find you a goth bus stop! 