Lis

( TMI )

With my immune system's overreaction to stress and then calm.

This is not permission to make me sick.

Signs I am sick too many times in the last six months; I can time, nigh to the hour, when I'm going to need to ask the doctor for antibiotics. The totally not fun part? Is I am midway into registering with a practice. Until I am, I can't get treated.

And Hammersmith hospital was awful the last time about giving me meds before the agonizing, two-am pain.

Work is going to handle me cranky, tomorrow.

Yesterday I spent the afternoon sat on cement floor in a packed expo centre, going deaf with blaring music and yelling til I went hoarse, watching Anarchy Euro Crash with the London Rollergirls. It was amazing. First time I've felt excited to be in London.

Then last night, I figure out that the friend-of-work-friend who work friend wants to hook up with me to talk derby ....is the founder of LRG. Well, fuck. I'm now severely intimidated and horrendously excited.

Getting NSO training is the next step. Moving next weekend into the new flat, then hopefully, life will settle the fuck down and I can get back with your regularly-scheduled programming of RP, derby-geeking and making this whole ~new media business work.

But today I got caught in downpour as I treked to Primark to buy towels and sheets. The bags disintegrated. So now I will curl up with tea and laptop and wearing slippers & my derby shirt and chill the fuck out for the weekend.

The flat-hunt may -- it may -- be over!

Downs

I got home at eight tonight, having worked until seven fifteen/thirty because co-worker wouldn't stfu when we'd just run through a really, really long presentation.

I am exhausted. The weekend barely counted.

Flat-hunting is the bane of my existence.

Including 'I got mugged at the top of the road' being a ~selling feature~ of a flat.

Most of last week, my line-manager was out sick which meant no one knew what to do with me.

I am seeing two flats back to back tomorrow after work; I then have to get home after. I am going to be deaaaaaad.

My lack of a social life has hit in, hard, and I miss actually seeing/talking to people.



Ups

Line manager was back today, I got given an understanding of what I'm going to be doing in the next few months (Dor, for you: I'm going to be running the Twitter EU handles, getting a laptop so I can dual-screen the fuck out of that, doing all analytics/reporting/conversation monitoring across the account and doing all the planning/content planning related to the account on a monthly/quarterly/yearly level) and actual work to do.

I am in bed. Sleep is shortly to follow.

My aunt said to stop looking after this week; go see the ones I'm booked to see but after that, stop for a couple of weeks and just breathe.

I am going to see walburga at some point soon, hopefully have date in the diary with old schoolfriend, etc.

I get a free smartphone. Yep. I get a brand new, top of the line smartphone paid for by the company, because I am that awesome. (Also, we work on smartphones, so....)

I am getting to work on another account as well, a venture capital firm going into thought-leadership, so there may be some content-writing element to it.


Ups outweigh the downs, but I am passing out v v v soon because tomorrow am I am at a conference at Euston Square, and then in the afternoon I am in Chiswick, meeting the client at their offices. And then the aforementioned 'back, to East Dulwich', etc, for flat-viewings. Hopefully, on goddamn time, because we're having a call from Chiswick, I need to get back to Victoria then take a train from Victoria, etc, etc. Ugh. DNW.

I feel like this will get a lot easier once I am in one place.

Tags: i am supposed to be blogging and this is, rl stuff, social media in non-work context, when is a cdj not a cdj

Assistant Account Executive, oh yes.

Graduated from intern. In three weeks. Because I'm awesome.

Now to sleep all the fucking sleep in the wooooorld.

And then flat-hunt.

I am gearing up for start date tomorrow morning, trying to remember to pack all the things in a minimum of space, trying to make sure I look half-fucking-decent after two months of jeans & hoodies and naff all else.

But in the interim, fuck me, the writing *_________________* There's Sully and Theo that was ridiculous fun and clearly, Theo is fantastic addition to Gates -- I now want a werewolf hunter purely to produce plot for Theo -- and then writing Saul again requires severe re-reading of Transmetropolitan and Gryff is Gryff is fucked up as per usual and Toby and Q is everything desired and unimaginable and there is MORE to come and oh, my heart, Gates you kill me.

So tomorrow will be figuring out if I have a ton to do, or practically nothing, 'here, sit in this corner and watch' but up until I go to bed tonight, all the writing.

I have time to waste:

pose a hypothetical question about one of my characters and i will babble on about what that would have been like/possibly write a little drabble for it if the urge strikes me.

My head is too full of all the Gates plot for much else right now and it's not just what I'm enjoying -- writing Sully as strong, confident, separate from his sister! Gryff as a Librarian again! -- but what I'm not. Vivi and Toby's respective dreams and nightmares are really un-fun as a player to write, not just because of the context but also the respective limits and weaknesses of my writing them (Fact: in eighteen months of game-play, I have not actually managed to hit 'happy' with Toby. Writing in a rut is depressing) But this is still good, because it's the wake up call of 'okay, I clearly need to do something here'*.

Best parts! Gates-inventiveness. Rainer's zombies (the picture? cracked me up), Nina's blood-spattering, Zar and Gremory's bickering; those two are ridiculous and fantastic. chthonian being on consistently and horribly to the point of breaking character limits (join us in smashing apart comment limits, Julie :| ). Seeing Nives destroy her hand with gut-wrenching description (fyi, Beth, thanks for all the goddamn spiders, I am an arachnophobe, that was fucking terrifying).

IN PROGRESS:

Toby & Q (all the phallic imagery from walburga and destruction of property)

Saul & Berith

Vivi & Gremory

Sully & Julia

Joss & Tori (from prior to kick-off, I need to tag this!)

Gryffithses on the network.

TO DO:

Toby & Liam (aftermath --> Haven)

Gryff & Balthazar

Gryff & Jegudiel

Vivi & Belville pt 2.

Eli & John & Haven

Nic facing Market meltdown.

Nic/Yoshi on the journals. (end of an era)

Nic/Marion/Julia

Gryff/Dom (handing over triage)

Joss smackdown with Penemue.


( Other stuff )

EDIT: Ugh. Okay. So the 'hey, we'll interview you for a job!' has ...apparently changed into 'hey, come do freelance work!' which ...is not the same thing. Excuse me whilst I go do the sulking 'why is this never right' thing.

Tags: all the things they are wonderful, gates is king, london is a bitch, london's burning, unicorns in trafalgar square, when is a cdj not a cdj

So after several bleary 'back 20' attempts to look through pb_updates, I have an issue.

Oh flist, help me. I am looking for a PB for a fifteen year old boy (could go as far as sixteen, seventeen is pushing it too far). He is cocky, he has a grin that could take on anyone but is fairly rubber-faced in terms of being incredibly expressive. He is English (I ...do not know why that makes a difference but all American looking is pretty out). He's also a street-kid initially, so likely a little skinny, a little grubby, definitely not well fed.

Thus far, better ideas: younger!(drastically) Robert Sheehan and younger!Jackson Rathbone. Rejected: Jeremy Sumpter, cocky but otherwise bland, Jamie Bell (too bleak looking) and Eddie Redmayne (just ...no)

Anyone can help me here? I want to write this character, I just ...can't find a face!

Thing the first: the aftermath of ballet class ( is better than expected )

So I have my rolls for Gates-plot and everything is dreadful, ever. By which I mean, 'fantastically dreadful'.

Today is cleaning everything in the entire world ever, but I currently have a clean desk and that is like, idk, cleaning out the inside of my brain and scrubbing at it. Removal of all the deep-dark places along with the dust. I don't know why, but it is!

Edit: now with icon for Catwo to ogle.

( So today I danced for the first time in two years )

So Gates-plot kicks off and I am going to be AWOL from Thursday evening til Friday evening, unfortunately. Real life trumps RP and so does the prospect of a job -- I have the Civil Service tests upcoming and all the related hoops to jump through, so Thursday will be early bed, Friday morning the trip to London and Friday afternoon/early evening spent killing time before I can travel back cheaply. However. All the weekend fun ever, yes/no?

I want Gryff to experience telekinesis unbound and unpunished, I want Cian Andley standing in the midst of the ungodly and taking it like a champ, I want the angels unbridled and smacking things down and the Nephilim watching, taking notes and doing the equivalent of playing favourites. I want Marion's djinn abilities unleashed and Rainer's undead to strangle him and ghosts of everywhere to come after Iain. All the things, and Gates-plot tends to gear up and explode wonderfully and beautifully when it does.

Now if we can all manage to collide at once ...Going to run chat this weekend constantly so we can dip in and out at leisure.

Please think all the good thoughts for me, oflist. Something may have gone right and if it does, it'll make up for all the bullshit that has dogged my heels for six months.

In other words: log with me! I have tags owed to Zoe, but apart from that I am deeesperate to write. Gimmee-gimmee-gimee!

Otherwise known as, 'why Lis is slow to tag and slow to respond and is in effect, brain-dead temporarily'.

On Tuesday I had a call from the internship interviewer (at 7.30 pm) asking me to come in for second interview, Wednesday afternoon. I said yes. I hauled ass to Norwich and interviewed. Second interviewer was a prat; I think it went horribly.

Tuesday I applied for a job I found online, entry-level PPC stuff at Newmarket (Newmarket = 1hr commute time on the train). I got emailed re: interviewing today, interview is tomorrow afternoon.

Last Friday I was in London, doing assessment shit for the Tax/Customs development grad programme, followed on by emailing my contact at Edelman.

Today I registered with an agency (as opposed to expressing interest in registering, idek, this is how they do it) and had screening-interview for a PA position locally that pays really well. They're putting my CV forward.

Wednesday next week, I meet with a grad recruitment agency in London specialising in digital media, and also with the two people at Edelman. I need to call my contact at AAR to see if she wants to do lunch, and cram all of that into one day before 4pm (when I meet Edelman).

I need to email back the guy at the local digital agency who said 'what are you interested in' when I tackled him on getting into the industry/internships, etc. :|


On top of this I have been: fielding phone calls to set all this up, writing applications, submitting applications, dealing with the process of benefit-claiming, and reeling from the effects of 'my dose got cranked up fast because I've only got meds over a certain dosage'. Still to come: a plethora of applications including a couple of grad programmes closing after this weekend, calling the job centre and saying, 'I can't sign on Wednesday, I'm in London looking for work', calling Alex at AAR, potentially hearing back from something, IDK THERE ARE A LOT OF BALLS IN THE AIR RN.

Looking for work is exhausting, being without a decent social outlet sucks, worrying over finances is equally dire and I almost burst into tears when reading on Facebook that the roller derby team local to my university town a) has an up and running website, b) is recruiting and c) is still too damn far away for it to be feasible to get there and back without a goddamn car. Which is possibly indicative of where I am at rn.


I will get back to pretendy-fun-tiemz next week because jchrist, I need a break from my 'downtime' of job hunting. I have a plan now, which is a lot better than aimless poking at things? And I'm getting responses/interest which is fucking great because I have had none of that for near a month, it's just ...a little overwhelming right now, as is the amount I'm spending on traveling to interviews and shit.

Also, I have RSI again in my left wrist from the fucking typing.


As such: please please please do not think I'm uninterested in the logs I have going or the ones I've proposed/have been suggested. I am just tired and mentally drained and in pain and thus am sitting here blank-staring at computer screen trying to string together words that aren't about my ~potential. I will try and hit everything this weekend, but I need a day of sleeping until I wake up and reading with tea to make up for the fact I am so tired I drunk-stagger down the street. :|

I want to do this, as referenced by droa. I can't promise length (although I can promise sliding off topic) and I can't promise neatness (I am also a left-hander; it smudges things) but I can promise I have Basildon Bond writing paper somewhere in this shit-heap of a room and thus that takes care of the formalities.

If anyone wishes to be written to (I include basic 'I post you something' in this to play at being Eli) I shall be screening comments -- if you wish to play this game or be written to, drop me a comment!

So I post droa some spare headphones, because they work and hers do not.

AND SOME ASSHOLE STOLE THEM OUT OF THE GODDAMN ENVELOPE IN HER MAILBOX


I am so beyond annoyed rn.

....I need more icons.

Firstly on the docket: I HAVE INTERNET. Yesterday I got back from London, spoke briefly to Dad who was dejected because he'd 'lost' -- BT having told him there was no way they could restore service and we'd be out til the 31st January -- and then this morning when I woke up, we had internet. Hallelujiah. I had been working via the dongle, but not sitting online, just jumping on/off and when I have no work/a lot of job applications, this is conducive to neither fun times nor work times.

Second: I went to the e-tray part of the Civil Service Fast Stream thing on Friday and good god that was an experience. ( Cut for people with fabulous CVs but apparently no life experience & bank of mum and dad )

The e-tray itself was gruelling in terms of what they wanted/time length given but also quite fun. And because the immediate thresholds have been set (before they set the curve to grade on) I found out this morning that I passed, so am going to be headed to the final stage of the assessment centre. Which again, awesome.

( And afterward there was Ros and Gia )


So now is catching up with entries, job interview, another assessment centre and visiting uncle to say hullo, bake a lot and avoid the testosterone-overladen brother who is gearing up for Marines fitness test -_-

As well as apparently, having caught something else that makes swallowing incredibly painful. (No Dor, not the wisdom tooth).

Temporary (unexpected, unwanted, kick-in-the-gut) leave of absence, guys.

I'm supposed to be taking numerical tests Friday afternoon, in London. I need the internet to revise for them. The phone company Dad had cancelled the contract with from the end of the month decided to shut it off, today. Twenty-one days early. So we've got no internet, it's unlikely to be back up tomorrow, prooobably Thursday (which gives me less than 24 hours with numerical tests, lulz -_- ). Because BT decided to be shitty.

I have a dongle, so will check in semi-regularly but no sitting on AIM and being around constantly. :/ SUCKS TO BE ME.

( Cut for Real Life stuff that rambles )

Apparently Bitch-Cat did not make-up to my grandmother, sundry relatives, parents or brother in my absence which is what usually happens when I leave for extended lengths of time. Nor did she greet me by refusing to greet me, which is also the regular response; 'Piss off back to where you were, I do not need you'. I got a cuddle-beast who curled up on my floor for a while, lavished affection and attention on me -- and then presented a mouse outside my bedroom door just for me. She's also not been hunting since I've been gone. -_-

I have a meme to respond to still, which may be how I warm up into writing again (I have not forgotten). I also have two female characters and two male circling my brain (whyyyyyyyy).

To Do

Write Gryff narrative at monastery
Write Nic at Masque
Joss at Masque
Gryff-return to Haven (takers? Who wants to see him back? Or not)
Saul-with-Berith some point soon.
Toby-Tem

So today is last-day-in-Portlandia and as of three pm, I will be at an airport until the equivalent of six am the following day. And then there's fighting across London on the Tube on a Saturday with a suitcase (thanks, Dad) and then a train home, and finally I will be back at the House of Horrors to collapse, unpack, deal with the mounted shit in my absence and begin prepping for assessment tests that have somehow managed to sprawl themselves over my Fridays for conceivable future. Which makes finding temp-employment kind of hard.

Today is a bunch of errands, packing and whatever fun can be crammed in the cracks (I woke up to a blanket of white. It was glorious) and consider me offline until I re-appear the other side. I owe tags to a ton of people, setting up logs also with others but disappearing until ship-shape UK-side again.