Scrounging

Good news is, I found a job - I think. Bad news is, it starts Monday and I have to interview for it Thursday, because it's a long-term temp job and they want to be sure I fit. Understandable, all things considered. Still, it puts a serious spanner in the works of the US trip. However, I am not giving up yet. I know I said I'd give up if I couldn't get a job by Tuesday, but there are ways and means and I have two weeks to come up with said ways and means. A lot of it depends on what I can afford to put towards the household expenses from the paycheque I will get come Friday. If I can't get things sorted in the next week or so, I will give up entirely. As it stands now, though, I had just better become very good at financial jiggery-pokery very fast.

The job, incidentally, is more x-ray department NHS stuff at the Royal Brompton. There's a hospital I haven't worked in yet, and at least I know how to get there. Plus I know the route by now - ChelWest is only a few blocks away. And getting the bus should be relatively easy since I've been doing the "getting up early and taking the 82 bus" thing for the last week and this is just an adjunct to that - plus I was getting to work at about half-eight when I left on time, so that gives me leeway, timings-wise.

In the meantime, I've been going to my agencies' websites and applying for everything I can get my grubby little mitts on - just on the off chance. It's good to have one's options open. Not that there was all that much, to be honest; most of it seemed to require experience with a blue-chip organisation or a financial institution ... or a degree. How are you supposed to get experience in any of these places if no one will hire you because you haven't got experience? The eternal jobsearch paradox.

My Deathgnome has been money-scrounging again. First it was for that lovely Seer's Tunic bit of armour, then it was for the bronze bed to open this "give your moogle a break" quest. However, that particular moogle quest involves buying it a power bow and a beetle ring - two rather expensive items at 2.5 and 17.5k gil respectively. However, one of the lovely WHMs on our LS who telewhores regularly was quite happy to spare me the 5k gil I was lacking. I, of course, blushed and squirmed with embarrassment, but at least I didn't ask - I just whinged to my LS, which is fairly common. Not like the guy who sent me a tell asking if I would do them a favour and when I asked what the favour was, asked me to give him 3k gil. My response was, and I quote, "No. Kindly earn it like the rest of us." So I now feel slightly embarrassed but, as previously stated, I didn't ask, I did say it wasn't necessary and Critz just sent the gil to me anyway. So ... meep? Hopefully my rice balls have sold at AH, though - I could use the gil.

Seems like most of my life revolves around scrounging up a certain amount of money in a certain amount of time...

The Big Cheese

I have hereby dubbed it "80s Day" at Sourcebook Central 2.0. Seeing as I have the house to myself this evening and am in dire need of cheering up, I've basically been sitting down in front of all those cheesy 80s movies that I try not to subject dodgyhoodoo to because I know he hates them and kind of makes fun of me for watching them. Which is all well and good, seeing as how I do tend to feel the same way about his Giant Monster B-Movie fetish. In any case, it all pretty much follows this whole "The Big Cheese" cheesy 80s music theme night deal we used to have over at DeMontfort Uni.

So it was Footloose followed by Pretty in Pink (which I'd never seen before but, y'know, 80s teen rom-coms were pretty much all along the same formula anyway), and I am now moving on to Pump Up the Volume. Depending on what time it is after, I may or may not watch Heathers.

This, I figure, will adequately distract me from the fact that I can progress no further in FFXI without some serious help (at least to get to the next spot I need to get to for levelling BLM) and possibly even get me writing. I did try, but beginnings are my weakest point, particularly when there's a whole universe that I understand but the reader doesn't. It's aggravating. But I'm sure I'll get past the block somehow.

As for what I'm going to do about dinner ... that's a toughie but I'll forage. I'm sure I can find some raw ingredients or something somewhere in the house. I am continuing this "thinking positive" thing because frankly, it's got to work sometime. (Which is a cyclic argument - thinking positive about thinking positive in hopes that the thinking positive about the thinking positive will make the thinking positive actually work - but hey.)