Nobody clever be's boxes
Apr. 12th, 2005 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianMost of my books are packed. Okay, well, half of my books are packed. There's some more that can fit into the wheelie-case, but Yuki is currently sleeping atop it. While I was doing the packing, Yuki kept getting up on top of the case, blocking my access, and cried. She really isn't quite as daft as she looks. I think she knows exactly what this clearing of the shelves means, and she doesn't like it. Muh! At least it's going reasonably well, the packing -- another load of laundry went in, huzzah, and my bookshelves are clearing quite quickly.
Another agency rang, this one on the med-sec side predominantly. Been applying for jobs like mad on one of the sites![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dodgyhoodoo sent me links for yesterday -- this one mostly deals with creative and media stuff, so there's a lot of stuff I think I'd be good for. If I spread my CV around enough, I'm bound to find something, no? Soon would be nice.
Packing break to involve meetingdodgyhoodoo at O'Neill's in a couple of hours, then dinner for three chez weaselbitch. This is becoming a habit, not that I mind (and I hope no one else does). Might grab a couple of dodgyhoodoo's boxen while I'm there; I just don't have enough stuff to pack stuff in. I'd like something large enough to lay my suitably-wrapped athame flat.
I need a timetable, but it's a little hard to gauge what I'm going to need for the rest of the week. I suppose I don't have to leave any books out once I get the boxen, as there'scholten99's book collection and the Internet. I'm probably just going to throw my aromatherapy oils in Mrs Robinson's Bag just before I leave the flat, along with all the cables that connect the Frankenbox to a power supply. I guess I can leave a couple of my own books out on that principle. Still, argh. Packing sucks.
It comes to me that I'm never going to have to make that trip from Enfield to Golders Green by bus ever, ever again. And I was in too much of a rush last night to appreciate it. Damn.
Another agency rang, this one on the med-sec side predominantly. Been applying for jobs like mad on one of the sites
dodgyhoodoo sent me links for yesterday -- this one mostly deals with creative and media stuff, so there's a lot of stuff I think I'd be good for. If I spread my CV around enough, I'm bound to find something, no? Soon would be nice.Packing break to involve meeting
dodgyhoodoo at O'Neill's in a couple of hours, then dinner for three chez weaselbitch. This is becoming a habit, not that I mind (and I hope no one else does). Might grab a couple of dodgyhoodoo's boxen while I'm there; I just don't have enough stuff to pack stuff in. I'd like something large enough to lay my suitably-wrapped athame flat.I need a timetable, but it's a little hard to gauge what I'm going to need for the rest of the week. I suppose I don't have to leave any books out once I get the boxen, as there's
cholten99's book collection and the Internet. I'm probably just going to throw my aromatherapy oils in Mrs Robinson's Bag just before I leave the flat, along with all the cables that connect the Frankenbox to a power supply. I guess I can leave a couple of my own books out on that principle. Still, argh. Packing sucks.It comes to me that I'm never going to have to make that trip from Enfield to Golders Green by bus ever, ever again. And I was in too much of a rush last night to appreciate it. Damn.