Writing Tasks

Now that I’ve got the new job sorted, I’m hoping to take the time to look at what I want to do.

I know there’s the five-year plan, and that’s still ongoing. There’s plans and ideas that still need to be put into action, and I’m working on those slowly but surely. I’ll get there – although that five-year plan might still end up as a six or seven year plan, with the other stuff that’s been going on.

At the same time the last few weeks has also made me think about other options, whether this web geekery stuff is really for me. I think in general it is, because I like doing a lot of the stuff still. But I’ve ended up working with a lot of bell-ends this year, and a number of people who really weren’t up to the standards they said they were. All of which leads to a fair dollop of disillusionment.

So while I’m doing this proper job, I’m going to aim to get a couple of writing projects started. Again, this is kind of revisitng something I said I’d do back at the start of the year, and that I haven’t got round to. The aim is still the same, to have something done by the end of the year.

I’ve still got the time to get some stuff written, and draft out a couple of ideas as well. I just need to be more organised about taking the time to do some writing, I think.


Beach Day

We spent a lot of today at the beach for Wells-next-the-Sea with Hound and Maisie, the black lab of the out-laws.

Wells is a fantastic place for dogs – particularly while the tide’s out – and they’ve both had a fantastic time today. Of course, Hound’s knackered now, although that’s part of the bonus of the beach – two hours there will knacker most dogs.

All told though, a good way to spend a Saturday. In the sun, on a beach, throwing a ball on a rope for idiot dogs.


Work Logjam

Sometimes it’s strange the way things work out.

After last week’s cancelled contract, as we know I’ve now got a proper job from next Monday.

As always when I get an offer, I’ve had three more requests for interviews on contracts since Wednesday. Always the way.

Combined with that, I’ve spoken to three of my other clients since Wednesday, and there’s work coming in from all three of them as well.

All told, it looks like I’m going to be pretty busy for the next month or two.


Still Snotty

This cold is beginning to really piss me off now.

I don’t know why, but when I get colds, they seem to last a lot longer than they do with other people. Maybe it just feels that way.

In this case, the “winding down” phase of it has lasted all this week, and I’m still feeling somewhat snotty now. I’ve had good days and bad days with it, but I’m bored of it now and just want it to Go The Hell Away.

After all, it would be nice to start the new job on Monday without feeling like shit.


Fuck You, Tesco

Bah, HumbugIn an early front-runner for “Smuggest advert of the Festering Season”, the fuckstick bastards at Tesco have dropped a blinder. Not just smug and insanely early, but as sexist and shit as it’s possible to be.

A rough version of the text (it’s engraved in my brain having seen the cocking advert once) goes as follows…

Toys.

Come December 25th there’ll be Action Man for boys and Barbie for girls.

And yes, we know it’s only October. But Christmas comes quickly round here.

Smug overbearing materialistic shit-flogging sexist fuckbag cunts. Fuck off with your shite, you weaselly tossbags.


iEverything

Bah, HumbugThe latest marketing ‘trend’ seems to be to emulate Apple by branding any given product with an “i” at the start, in the theme of iPod, iPhone, iDontCare etc. etc.

The one that boggles my brain more than usual in the current adverts is the Babyliss iTrim. It’s a fucking razor. Nothing iconic, nothing trendy. A fucking electric razor.  That’s it.

Of course, we’re now in the advertising run-up to the Festering Season, so it’s all go for adverts about shit like this, so I’m sure it’s not going to be the last product this year with an i at the start of the name.

It’s still bullshit though. Sorry, iBullshit.


!Jobless

Bloody hell.

2.30 pm yesterday – called about a local-ish “proper” job.

3.30pm yesterday – booked in for an interview

9.30am today – interview

11am – leave interview.

1pm – Have job offered. Accept.

That’s got to be some kind of fucking record. Within 24 hours of first hearing about the role, I’ve got it. And start on Monday!