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Until I think of something better, my blog titles are coming from spam headers.

No work today, well, not until later. *But* I have an assignment starting tomorrow that's gonna run indefiinitely...so hopefully indefinitely means more than three days.

Assignment yesterday was cool, well, the work itself was just reeception, but the office decor was reminiscent of early 70's futuristic British sci fi, the company was interesting, and there was an absurdly high percentage of super cute boys (mostly too young for this dirty old woman, but who doesn't enjoy a little eye candy?). Add the free diet coke and quality office coffee and what do you have? A place I want to work. I found a job on their website I think I could do even though it doesn't have the word "administrative" anywhere in its title, and my temp chick is sending them my resume and talking to HR on my behalf.

I don't expect I'll get that but at least in the meantime I've (hopefully) got solid wok until Xmas.

OK...

Following a tasty meal overat chez Mr and Mrs Bridget, I am feeling far less like Whiny McFootstompy. I sent out some resumes,  not *all* were immediately responded to by a cheery "I'm out of the office until monday and I'm a bastard recruiter" message...and this really made me laugh...so I'm feeling much better and will now watch a movie and go to bed.

This post is gonna be exactly why I should have left this site password protected

FUCK RECRUITERS. FUCK THEM IN THE ASS. I'm sorry, but I need to find a job asap, as I'm sure you'll agree, and I am so fucking sick and tired of wasting my time crafting gorgeously worded cover letters for jobs only to receive a response from yet another fucking recruiter. They call me in and I fill out their paperwork, and jump through their hoops, and totally ace their stupid software testing, only to have them tell me how great I am but the position you responded to is filled but here, here's a position that has absolutely no basis in ANYTHING YOU WOULD EVER WANT TO DO, and pays nowhere near what you want, and, oh, it's in SKOKIE. Fucking Skokie? Eat me, motherfuckers, no way in HELL am I commuting that fucking far on public transportation, or weren't you listening when I told you I don't have a car and if it's not downtown Chicago, or downtown Evanston I'M NOT INTERESTED.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Somebody needs to die and leave me a few million already because I am fucking sick and tired of this bullshit. Seriously.

On the bright side, I'm currently working on what may be one of my best batches of spaghetti sauce in some time. I mean, it's always good, but this one may just be ever so slightly off the heezy..

Oh, I forgot to mention

Saturday marked SIX MONTHS, BITCHES!

Also, decided to bag the password protection, it's not like I'm confessing to a Johnny Thunders-esque thirst for heroin and acting as *greeter* during fleet week. I am in fact, sadly tame...and it may get tamer, Im thinking about ditching drinking again...anyway, the password was a pain in my ass.

No work today, have 1 day gig lined up on Friday, hoping to get called tomorrow and or Wednesday. To that end...I sleep now.

Getting closer

This group illustrates the direction I've (I think) decided on...I like the similarity in line...the pictures aren't necessarily the final choices, but it's what I'm building on...I have to get more guitar pictures. I have some leads for that...hopefully later this week.

Temp agency got me two one day gigs last week, hoping for more this week, with the holiday it could go either way. No other job leads as yet.

Saturday night I saw Frisbie at Schubas, after spending the night babysitting aged audiophiles who came in to see Musical Box (ugh) it was a treat. It's been forever since I actually went to see a band I wanted to see.

Looking forward to gorging myself like a little piggy on Thursday.

Off to bed in case I am summoned to work tomorrow.

Misc...

Spent the last couple of days constructing my ghetto-riffic light tent (yes Bill, that was me searching your blog for light tent, if you keep track of that kind of stuff) and taking sexy pictures of Girl Metro's holiday cards. Despite the fact that her tiny lovely glittery details are a bitch and a half to render effectively (an I'm still working on that), I've been having a lot of fun doing it.

Today I went to my recruiter and re-took my tests, which I initially took on Friday and completely ate it.. I did much better today. Hopefully they will now shower me with temp work and I shall not find myself homeless by Christmas.

I'm hoping to have all my shit together for my show in the next 2 weeks. It all hinges on whether or not someone answers the plea for guitars I can photograph that I sent out on myspace.

I'm totally psyched about my light tent, and can't wait to take my own pictures once I'm done with my project for Girl Metro, which should be tomorrow...

In other news, well, I have no other news...tomorrow I get up early, finish up the aforementioned project, take a long walk, maybe make some curry, and figure out what I have that I can sell on Ebay.

wow, Billy...seriously?

Ch-ch-ch-changes

This is a picture of my Grandmother's living room, or perhaps it may have been the parlour? It wasn't the den, where the telly lived and I ate cereal on a fold out tin tray table watching saturday morning cartoons. It was where the Christmas tree went, and the piano was, and where company sat...anyway. This picture was probably taken at some point in the late 50's/early 60's. This room looked exactly the same in 1975 when we came to the States for Christmas, and it still looked the same when we moved in with my grandmother in 1980 after we moved over from England (save the addition of  5 wedding portraits of my grandmother's 5 kids on the table). Grandma died some years ago, and my cousin Heather owns the place now and I'm sure it's different now...but as a kid, changing countries, changing schools, Grandma's house was always the same and I liked it that way. It was reliable. It was safe.

I think the root of my recent anxiety is that nothing feels safe, or certain. It has weighed heavily on me this past month that at my age I have nothing I can count on. I need to work on that.

Tomorrow is my last day at RU. I'm sad only because it means I'm gonna have to start missing someone. I hate missing someone.

Anyway...

Just when you had given up all hope...

I haven't been writing because A. I've been busy and B. I've been overrun with anxiety and consequently have been rather pissy.

To update:

• Mrs. Sherri was in for the weekend, my liver was horribly abused, we had a lot of fun.
• While mrs. Sherri was here we attended Mrs. Susan's baby shower. I gifted the baby with a Johnny Cash "Baby in Black" shirt.
• I met with a recruiter yesterday, I'm not partictularly optimistic that they will find me a permanent job but hopefull that they will be able to hook me up with some temp work, thereby saving me from (vomit vomit vomit) seasonal retail.
• As I mentioned, I have been consumed with anxiety, between Mum's illness, losing my job, dropping out of my life for 2 weeks, searching for another job, dealing with change and bullshit at the other job, and a general feeling that any second I'm about to be pushed in front of an oncoming el train, I'm feeling slightly unhinged and wanting very much to curl up in a ball and cry.
• I'm putting together a show to go up, well, as soon as I can get it together. Nothing too exciting, a wall at the Fix Coffee Bar on Sheffield. I'm trying to whittle down this group to either 6, 8 or 10 images. Input would be appreciated, if there are other images you think I should use, let me know, if you hate all the images I've chosen, I'm hoping to show at another place soon, when I do I'm thinking I'll go the colour route. If there's anything fancy like an opening, I'll be sure to let y'all know.
• Don't forget to get your ass out there and vote today.