Times are rough:
10am inbound call to see whether I'd be interested in an interview
3pm interview
4pm bus trip home thinking - that went really well
4.30pm inbound call to ask whether I can start tomorrow. Yes. Yes I can.
5pm moved vet appointment to the weekend

Lady who I met at 3pm has offered to pick me up from home.

Should be a 3 month contract, then perm if all goes well. Yaay.

But quite happy about it. I'm still thinking it's better to wait for the right job - and the last job is good evidence.

Had a couple of chats with a 'top shelf' kind of agency. More specialised than the regular specialists. So they have not blinked at the rate I am asking. Today they coped very well with a list of what I want and don't want. I guess one hiccup is that one of my dislikes wiped out a possible immediate job.

But this means I get to sleep in a little longer for a while, and maybe get through some more books. Except... I keep buying books whenever I get in to the CBD for an interview. Today I had an extra, EXTRA helpful guy. Turns out one of the books I found was by an author he is thinking of trying, so we had a good chat about hard SF. To the world in general - I recommend Alistair Reynolds there.

On the road today, there was some guy nearby who missed a turn because the guy ahead of him only just made it through the traffic lights. You could hear this guy then screaming at the successful turnee about being a fucking moron.

As I do, I just quietly said "He can't hear you". Then I argued with the angry guy who couldn't hear me, about his target being fucking slow, but not a fucking moron. Or maybe they were a slow fucking moron. But the problem was slow - because a fast moron would have been fine. Not that it mattered at all because being angry here doesn't fix anything at all.

Eventually I added anger to a list of things that society in general could benefit from training with. I think the list includes left vs right, stop vs go, basic counting (for supermarket queues), and heaps of other stuff that I forget now. I have wondered how I could volunteer my time to help the world by teaching these things for free.

Practical anger would be a good course. Like the situation above - no benefit to your anger. Mobile phone inexplicably fucked up - might help to thump it after trying all other options.

I don't think a TAFE would let the course run - but a Neighborhood House might.

Freaky. I think I may have just had a five minute call where I got a job.

Known good boss. Just named my own rate. Location is good. This makes me stop typing and look at the screen sideways, like the not good bit will jump out at me... now.

I think it's short term? That doesn't bother me though. Handy, since today was the start of 'Go Get A Job' mission 2. Glad I took a bludge week last week.

Not having to go to work is awesome. But it's better when you still have money, so the plan is to get another job.

I did explain to CD store guy that, if I get another job at the last rate, I would be happy to work three or four days a week. Then I bought a stack of CDs and a Skinny Puppy t-shirt.

Then I went and bought some books. And some expensive chocolate.  read more »

Okay. Rate at the new job is great, and everyone loves money. That's the only good thing though.

So I'll be moving along, and I'm not sure how soon. I'll probably find that out on Monday, since I agreed the agency could tell them on Friday. I was waiting for hospital Friday to get underway, which is a crap time to discuss a job you dislike with a person you dislike, but that seemed to be the only good time. Unless I emailed details. You can't really be at work and telling someone the reason why you want to leave.

Outside of that, no real news. Physio can be painful as hell, but this will be part of my life - like hospital Fridays. In 'over fear of needles now' news I had a fascinating moment looking at the way a cannula works. There's like a flexible tube thing going on there, so that must go in via a needle, but the needle doesn't stay there while the drip runs.

Not that I really forgot, and I do intend to never do eX-mas again... but here's a good one.

This morning I was told that someone had a great day shopping yesterday. And, the bag of goodies on the table are their gifts, so we all just need to pick one out and wrap it for them. I guess they then get handed over on the big day.

This doesn't dent my state of mind, it's just like seeing something unrelated to my own life. I find it interesting to think about how the whole point of the season has become so astonishingly... lost.