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[stillane]

I'm not really here. I'm just pretending. It's been that kind of week.

On Tuesday I realized I'd miscalculated how large my loan payments are going to be - as in, the number that seemed doable every three months looks somewhat less doable when they desire it monthly. Next monthly.

On Wednesday, I found out I'm back among the unemployed ranks as of the new year. This is not wholy unexpected, since I was filling in for a lady who is now returning, but still... I'm finding myself irrationally hurt that I did not become indespensible in my two-month tenure. For a job that I wasn't all that enthusiastic about taking (the reasons are long and boring), I'm sorry to see it go. Hey, I never claimed to be sane.

In the long run, I know this will be for the best. I need to get mercenary and make big bucks now. It's all just a little too scary to feel like opportunity at the moment, though. (It doesn't hurt that I'm in educational limbo, obsessively checking all sources of info. Seriously. I spend the five minutes a day I'm averaging online acting like a rabid squirrel. It's not pretty.)

On the plus side, I finally feel fannish again. As soon as I get a little time, maybe there'll be something more interesting around here. (I really haven't forgotten those prompts you all left way back when; I'm still picking at them all.)

Also, this cracked me up:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, stillane sent to me...

Twelve riviers drumming

Eleven westmins piping

Ten solvent90s a-leaping

Nine wicked_socks dancing

Eight resonant8s a-milking

Seven angelacaducas a-swimming

Six kageygirls a-laying

Five li-i-i-inabeans

Four innie_darlings

Three critters

Two good omens

...and a chaucer in a paleontology.

Get your own Twelve Days:

To all those of you bracing for/doing battle with finals, may your testing be easy and your celebration be long! (And feartheotter : will you be up for conversation tomorrow night, say 11ish over here? Haven't wanted to bug you while in the throws of year-end.)

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[enname.livejournal.com]

...and a chaucer in a paleontology.

*hurts self laughing*

No, no you aren't insane. You put effort in, you worked hard and got on well with them most of the time, then you expect some sort of appreciation for doing that. Such as oh, being offered some work or at least a little space. I understand that completely. Bloody mercenary employers who don't give a toss about actually letting you go. Rude!

*pats seat* Join the unemployed lounge. It is shiny and we have juice!

[stillane.livejournal.com]

*hurts self laughing*

I know! If that doesn't sum my world up neatly, I don't know what does. Heh.

The whole job thing... See, I knew going in that I could be out on any given day; it's this lady's position, and I can't be the upstart that horns on in. And in the long run, I really do need to make more than they're able to pay me. (It's a very small practice, prone to collecting strays of the human variety. Seriously. There's a cleaning lady that doesn't actually clean, and a veterinarian who, despite appearances, is actually retired. The chapter of my memoirs related to this place is definitely going to be a comedy). It was just a bad week for the shoe to drop on my head.

And, proving once and for all that the universe has a sense of humor, the masculine parental unit sent out the call for help and I've got two conflicting employment gigs in the works now. The one that I want is the really brief term but very cool one, predictably. (Only 10 days, but with networking potential. Also, butter statues.) Should shake out in the near future, in any case.

But... juice! How can I turn down juice. Can I bring those little paper umbrellas?

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

Eep. I'm not looking forward to facing the whole "Um, you know those loans we gave you? ... " phase m'self, so thou hast my sympathy. Hm. We need some socialism up in here... *marches around with sign*

Alas, poor unemployment, I know it well. Which reminds me, I need to e-mail a writing sample or three to some people. The moral of that aside being that, if there's a potential someone like me can get a job from a guy he met in a bar while semi-intoxicated, Lord knows you'll be alright. *g*

Three critters, two good omens and a chaucer in a palentology? Hm. That could all combine into something rather interesting. ;o

Annnnnnnnd, 11ish EST sounds quite plausible, as I should be finished prancing around, singing "Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead!" in a very undignified manner by then (the final final hits tomorrow morning). And for what it's worth, your conversation is the most pleasant kind of intrusion, which I'll always take with glee. :)

PS. Am attempting to send you Ep. 3 of Neverwhere for the... sixth time, I believe. If this bit of nettery fails, I'm burning a bloody disc. *shakes fist*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

if there's a potential someone like me can get a job from a guy he met in a bar while semi-intoxicated

You know, I haven't actually taken that approach yet. Might be something to keep in reserve. Then again, given that I'd have to probably leave the state to avoid running into someone who is either a) a relative, b) a schoolmate of my dad's, or c) a member of my class board...

And given that I've talked to you since, I'm going to fail to address anything else written above, and simply wish you safe transit and happy home-ing. :>