Thought I might write something again here, though I'm liking how rarely updating makes me look all popular because all my replies go on my "latest" journal entry. Uhh, yeah. 'L' for love, right?
Anyway, I was going to say I'd done pretty much nothing since last update but now I think about it, though I've been terrible and lacking in motivation and all, some things have happened.
Most importantly, since it involves a lot of money and a roof over our heads, we are buying an apartment. Scary. Some people say this means I'm a grown up now. "Codswallop!" says I. Grown up is a white picket in the suburbs with a room set aside for a nursery and believe me that is a looong way off, so far off I can't even spot it in my future. Anyway, spending a large amount of money on a piece of sky in town seems suitably ridiculous that I can cling to my immature tag a while longer. And it is a nice piece of sky with windows that allow for sun and a view of something other than the blank wall of the next building 3 metres away. Also it has a bath and a shower - separate! Just thinking of taking a bath is making me drool slightly.
Of course the downside of this venture is that I'm panicking a LOT about money. In reality I'm always freaking about something and at least this takes my mind off my cellulite and bad hair momentarily, but it does make me question this not-working thing I'm doing. When I quit my last job I had a plan, or at least some ideas and hope that I could improve my lot a little. Also I had my boss's (albeit informal) invitation to come back when I was ready. These days I'm feeling as inspired about my own stuff as I was about work and I have been thinking that maybe the desire for money is all the motivation I'm going to get and I should just roll with it. We'll see.
Looks unlikely that I would try going back to the old job though. Even if the boss's invite was genuine and not just one of those people say, apparently there are now rumours about my leaving. I'm not entirely sure what they are but since the friend who mentioned it clammed up a lot when I started asking for specifics I'm assuming they're not good. Apparently some are along the lines that I just did a runner and didn't turn up one Monday morning and haven't been heard from since. This is a funny one. Actually I discussed my decision at length with the boss, gave 4 weeks notice, talked to those at work that I felt most comfortable with about it and said my goodbyes to same, got my final pay on my last day. I neglected to send a big farewell e-mail or invite everybody to drinks with me since a) I had only been there a few months and didn't think most would give a shit (and most of my faves weren't there on my last day) b) my reasons for leaving were qiute personal and I didn't wish to discuss them with everybody and c) I had a dress to finish making and a plane to catch, in that order, that evening. I guess I should've expected speculation but honestly I thought I was unremarkable enough that most of the office wouldn't notice.
So at the moment I have resorted to selling shit I don't need for depressingly small amounts of money on TradeMe. Gone the old GBA and the GameCube. I can't believe anybody bought them really since I plan to play everything I played on them on the DS instead, but the money is appreciated (and already spent). Next up I may try flogging the treasured Karen Walker chiffon dress I bought in richer days and rarely wear and the Meschantes corset likewise (I prefer my BloodDrop one and also have a l'Escarpolette one on order, a couple I've made and a few others in the works. Since I wear them once in a blue moon I think that should suffice). Not parting with them for less than a lot of money though so I'll probably keep them
Other news: tonsils are bad and should be punished. Mine are particularly tricksy specimens. They give me a hard time every month or so for a while and then as soon as the doctor utters the magic words "Maybe we should remove them if this keeps up" they pipe down for a year. Right now they've gotten brave again and are making my life a misery by preventing me from eating toast and other such delights. Actually I think they may be on the improve but no doubt they'll read this and I shall wake up feeling terrible again tomorrow. Beastly.
Anyway, I was going to say I'd done pretty much nothing since last update but now I think about it, though I've been terrible and lacking in motivation and all, some things have happened.
Most importantly, since it involves a lot of money and a roof over our heads, we are buying an apartment. Scary. Some people say this means I'm a grown up now. "Codswallop!" says I. Grown up is a white picket in the suburbs with a room set aside for a nursery and believe me that is a looong way off, so far off I can't even spot it in my future. Anyway, spending a large amount of money on a piece of sky in town seems suitably ridiculous that I can cling to my immature tag a while longer. And it is a nice piece of sky with windows that allow for sun and a view of something other than the blank wall of the next building 3 metres away. Also it has a bath and a shower - separate! Just thinking of taking a bath is making me drool slightly.
Of course the downside of this venture is that I'm panicking a LOT about money. In reality I'm always freaking about something and at least this takes my mind off my cellulite and bad hair momentarily, but it does make me question this not-working thing I'm doing. When I quit my last job I had a plan, or at least some ideas and hope that I could improve my lot a little. Also I had my boss's (albeit informal) invitation to come back when I was ready. These days I'm feeling as inspired about my own stuff as I was about work and I have been thinking that maybe the desire for money is all the motivation I'm going to get and I should just roll with it. We'll see.
Looks unlikely that I would try going back to the old job though. Even if the boss's invite was genuine and not just one of those people say, apparently there are now rumours about my leaving. I'm not entirely sure what they are but since the friend who mentioned it clammed up a lot when I started asking for specifics I'm assuming they're not good. Apparently some are along the lines that I just did a runner and didn't turn up one Monday morning and haven't been heard from since. This is a funny one. Actually I discussed my decision at length with the boss, gave 4 weeks notice, talked to those at work that I felt most comfortable with about it and said my goodbyes to same, got my final pay on my last day. I neglected to send a big farewell e-mail or invite everybody to drinks with me since a) I had only been there a few months and didn't think most would give a shit (and most of my faves weren't there on my last day) b) my reasons for leaving were qiute personal and I didn't wish to discuss them with everybody and c) I had a dress to finish making and a plane to catch, in that order, that evening. I guess I should've expected speculation but honestly I thought I was unremarkable enough that most of the office wouldn't notice.
So at the moment I have resorted to selling shit I don't need for depressingly small amounts of money on TradeMe. Gone the old GBA and the GameCube. I can't believe anybody bought them really since I plan to play everything I played on them on the DS instead, but the money is appreciated (and already spent). Next up I may try flogging the treasured Karen Walker chiffon dress I bought in richer days and rarely wear and the Meschantes corset likewise (I prefer my BloodDrop one and also have a l'Escarpolette one on order, a couple I've made and a few others in the works. Since I wear them once in a blue moon I think that should suffice). Not parting with them for less than a lot of money though so I'll probably keep them
Other news: tonsils are bad and should be punished. Mine are particularly tricksy specimens. They give me a hard time every month or so for a while and then as soon as the doctor utters the magic words "Maybe we should remove them if this keeps up" they pipe down for a year. Right now they've gotten brave again and are making my life a misery by preventing me from eating toast and other such delights. Actually I think they may be on the improve but no doubt they'll read this and I shall wake up feeling terrible again tomorrow. Beastly.
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