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deathpixie) wrote2006-01-24 12:55 pm
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Sometimes I'm too nice... Or something.
So, yesterday I was working 8am until 4pm. But around 3:30 my boss comes up to me and asks me if I have a date that night (cue the blinking at him stupidly. A what?). Any way, having established that no, I wasn't doing anything, he asked if I could stay until close. What time was that? I asked, mentally calculating the money it'd earn me. Seven, he replied. And for some strange reason, I said yes.
Eleven hours of counterhanding and dishwashing. Ugh. At least I have today off.
However, when I got home, I was good and made myself type out the New and Improved Cover Letter for job applications, and sent out another five. No word on any of them yet, which makes me twitchy, but Dex told me about the ten percent rule, where you only hear back from ten percent of all applications, so yeah, won't get horribly stressed about it yet. And keep sending out applications every couple of days. On the bright side, there's a lot of jobs going.
Fingers crossed and all that.
Having done my best in the employment stakes, I then went to the pub to watch Dex watching the election results and eat bad fish and chips. Johnny turned up around eleven, by which time I was dead on my feet, so I bid the two of them goodnight and staggered off home, where it was touch and go about the throwing up for a while there. Fortunately, I didn't, and I slept probably around nine hours before reading George R. R. Martin again for a while. And now I'm going to wander either to the place where I get my health care card, or the laundry. Probably the health care card. Must remember to take the Big Honking Book with me. And then I need to practice my scales, since I've been a bad padawan this week.
Too much to do, too little time and brainspace.
Must try and call the parentals soon, see if there's a date for the wedding, too...
Eleven hours of counterhanding and dishwashing. Ugh. At least I have today off.
However, when I got home, I was good and made myself type out the New and Improved Cover Letter for job applications, and sent out another five. No word on any of them yet, which makes me twitchy, but Dex told me about the ten percent rule, where you only hear back from ten percent of all applications, so yeah, won't get horribly stressed about it yet. And keep sending out applications every couple of days. On the bright side, there's a lot of jobs going.
Fingers crossed and all that.
Having done my best in the employment stakes, I then went to the pub to watch Dex watching the election results and eat bad fish and chips. Johnny turned up around eleven, by which time I was dead on my feet, so I bid the two of them goodnight and staggered off home, where it was touch and go about the throwing up for a while there. Fortunately, I didn't, and I slept probably around nine hours before reading George R. R. Martin again for a while. And now I'm going to wander either to the place where I get my health care card, or the laundry. Probably the health care card. Must remember to take the Big Honking Book with me. And then I need to practice my scales, since I've been a bad padawan this week.
Too much to do, too little time and brainspace.
Must try and call the parentals soon, see if there's a date for the wedding, too...

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I can grab an extra form for you if you like. ;)
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