Job Change?

Yes, as I mentioned earlier, I’ve got three interviews tomorrow.

All very odd, and also very unexpected – it’s all been done via an agency, who have just suddenly exploded with work.

It’s bizarre in some ways, because with two of those interviews I have absolutely no background information – I don’t know what they’re looking for, what their plan is, what the salary is, or – really – anything. Very strange. It’s all a bit on-spec, and so I’m just seeing what happens with them.

Am I strenuously looking for something new? No, not really. The current place has said that they want me to stay here ’til at least July, and that makes life a lot easier – well, on the financial side, anyway. But they’re utterly abysmal at sorting out the paperwork, and haven’t yet got round to confirming officially that I’m here past the end of April – so far it’s all verbal.

So in the meantime, yeah, I’m sounding out a couple of places to see what’s on offer. It just makes sense for me to do so – particularly with the mortgage and house purchase completion due to happen this week.

And I’ll know more by the end of tomorrow, and if nothing’s looking promising then I’ll stick with the current place for another couple of months.


Well suited

A couple of months ago, I decided to get myself a new suit. Herself and I had talked about it before the Festering Season, and I just decided it was time to get things sorted.

No ordinary suit, though – this time it was going to be a proper bespoke three-piece suit. Serious stuff. And emphatically not cheap, either. (The other reason for doing it then/now was because I knew I could afford it, and better to do it then rather than once we’re paying off the mortgage!)

Anyway, today I’ll be collecting it. I had a final fitting last week, where I could see the pretty-much finished result that just needed fine tuning – and it’s beautiful

Even better, it’s arriving just in time for a manic day tomorrow, when I’ve got three interviews…


Chaos

Snowed, utterly snowed.

Updates won’t happen ’til this evening, at best. It’s one of those days.

But (in other news) we’ve exchanged contracts on the house. At long fucking last. More about that later, too.


Bodyclock

Yet again, having a week off reminded me of just how screwed up my body clock really is. Even with the combination of domesticity, general routine, and a Hound who sends us to bed at 10.30 every night (I think I’ve written about that experience before, but if not there’ll be something about it this week, I’m sure) the body clock itself is still terminally screwed.
The insomnia that I suffered from/through for far too many years seems to be in abeyance currently, but I still sleep incredibly shallowly for the most part, to the point that if Hound wakes up and wanders around the house at all, it wakes me up. If Psycho Cat moves round the bed, I wake up. (Mind you, I think at least some of that is just down to survival instinct) Unless I’m absolutely dead to the world, if Herself rolls over, or gets out of bed, I wake up.
In short, my nights are generally fairly disturbed. That’s usually fine – I’m used to it, and can get along fine with my life so long as I’ve managed to get some sleep. C’est la vie, and all that guff.
But – and this is where the really screwed up bit fires up – if I can sleep between 7am and 9am, I’m fine. It’s the best sleep I get all night (morning, day. Whatever) During the normal course of work, of course, I’ve got absolutely chuff-all hope of ever sleeping for those perfect two hours. In fact, I’m normally awake at 7, and getting up, getting sorted, moving around. Operational, but not really refreshed, or enthused.
By contrast, over the last week, I’ve been able to get those two hours that my body really needs. All the rest can go to hell in a handcart, so long as I get those two hours asleep. My mood has been better, I haven’t been anywhere near as reliant on caffeine, and everything has just generally been much better.
I think I need to spend some time reassessing (again) what works for me. The end goal of being completely self-employed would fix all the sleep-time issues, but I need to figure a way to make it work while I’m still ensconced in offices and the like.
But on the evidence of last week, I think it’s something that I need to put at a far higher priority than it’s currently on.


Making an Impression

Well, that’s the backlog caught up with.

Fairly impressive, blitzing a weeks worth of outstanding work in one day – it’s made an impression on the people here, anyway. Also, it’s amusing (to me) to note that people who’re used to contacting me and getting stuff done on the day have lodged complaints with senior people about how long it takes for their requests to be handled when I’m not in the office…

(I know, I know, I’ve written about this before – but all the same, it’s nice to have proof, rather than just the raging ego of one’s own suspicions and thoughts)


Back to Work

Well, after ten days away, I’m now back in the office.

As such, most of today is going to be spent catching up on stuff, and dealing with a backlog of jobs. Grand…


Identity

One of the things I thought about back when I first started D4D™ was the identity I used in it. I specifically didn’t want it linked with my given name, and I didn’t want people to be able to find D4D™ just by Googling for my name. I knew I could be pretty acerbic (hey, who’d have thought?) and that if D4D™ took off, I didn’t want it to be able to rise up and bite me on the arse in the future. Yeah, sure, if someone does a bit of delving, it’s not all that difficult to find my ‘real’ name, but at the same time it’s not all that easy, either.
In that aim, I’ve been pretty successful. I used an identity that had been around for a fair while already – which is a whole other story – and went with it. And in some ways it’s almost been too successful. It’s now not uncommon, depending on who I’m with, to be called ‘Lyle’ to my face – slightly bizarre, to say the least. I’m used to it – and believe me, it’s a strange thing to get used to, but it happens.
But I am used to it. I’ll answer to both. And in fact even my ‘real’ name isn’t the one I was born with. That one is one I hate- primarily because it’s a name with multiple spellings, and n-one ever got it right. When I first applied for a passport, and had to get a copy of my birth certificate, even when the people creating the copy birth certificate with a form in front of them with it correctly spelled managed to fuck it up. And that really was the final straw. I was already being known by the name I’d adopted, and it was on my bank account, mail addresses and the like, so I was able to include a letter with the passport application that said

“Look, this is my true given name, but even the register-office people can’t spell it correctly. This is what I’m known as, and I include proof of that. If you absolutely have to do the passport in my given name, fine, I’ll live with it – but please, save me ten years of hassle where booked flight tickets don’t match with passport name, and if possible do the passport in the name I’ve adopted”

And they did. No-one was more amazed than me, admittedly, but they did it. And that’s the name I’ve used ever since.
Yes, sure, it causes some weirdness – particularly when I meet someone I went to school with, or extended family. But – again – I’m used to it now, and those occasions are both (thankfully) now quite rare. (Although I do have one of those family things tomorrow – but more about that on the day, I think)
Recently, though, the entire Lyle thing has risen up and bitten me on the arse a little bit.
You see, for obvious reasons, the company I run for web design and the like is in my real name, and so is the stuff I do for photography and the like. And because of the seperation I keep, it means I can’t link from, say, D4D™ to the photography site while saying “Hey, this is my stuff, and my site – good, innit?”, and the like.
It’s a weird situation – and I can’t complain too much, because it’s entirely self-created, even if for sane, sensible reasons. Some people do know me in both identities (for want of a better phrase) – and a couple know me in all three, which is really confusing – and I’m wholly and continually thankful to them for indulging my little identity foibles, and keeping it all seperate. It must be almost as weird for them as it is on occasion for me.
The situation will stay like this, though – as the business I run does better, and that side of my life grows and grows, it’s something that becomes more and more essential. I’m pretty certain, though, that this is it – I don’t plan to start off any other identities, the current level is enough for me.