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      CommentAuthorwarrenellis
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007 edited
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    Saturday Night Open Mic is a tradition from my LiveJournal that I'm moving over here

    Saturday Night Open Mic is your judgement-free space for any and all of you to just vent, get stuff out of your head and otherwise experience special Internet Catharsis. Screaming into a well, 21C-style.

    Tell me about your week. Tell me what you hate, tell me what you love, tell me what's pissing you off, tell me what's broken about the world, tell me what you want. Tell me how you plan to change everything, tell me what you're building in your basement, or, hell, just dance or play a tune, I don't care.

    Speak to me now. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere.

    -- W
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    Been in and out of work (usher at Royal Opera House, Covent Garden) every day this week, which has been a hell of a drag, but today I nabbed a Lomo for myself in the Photographer's Gallery shop. Been fiddling with the beauty after getting in, looking forward to springing that and the Polaroid on the family come Tuesday...

    I've been thinking about home photography and Polaroids' more specifically as part of the start of your 'burst culture', and how it initiated today's 'total' history/the democratisation of history making... Nothing concrete, just ideas.
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    Tired of this fucking cold that has screwed my week.... my wife has it now as well. It has left me quite brain dead, unable to focus or concentrate properly, and I've probably averaged about four hours sleep a night for the past six days.

    Trying to get the last of work done by OMG am tonight so I can travel tomorrow to Vancouver Island to see in-laws and friends, then traveling back Christmas eve so my wife can get some sleep before working a 12-hour shift Christmas Day. As they have a Christmas dinner where she works, there's not much point in me cooking a Christmas dinner, and I sure as hell don't want turkey leftovers for the next three weeks as it's just the two of us and you can't find anything less than a 17-lb turkey.

    Maybe it's just me, but as I get older, I loathe this "season" more and more.

    Perhaps things will look a little brighter tomorrow when I'm spending time with friends and in-laws. If not, I'll just have to settle for getting drunk and strangling Christmas carolers until they all sound like castrated versions of Alvin and the Chipmunks.

    For the new year.... my plans are to spend less time working, and more time on other things, like writing, poker, and getting out into the real world more... or at least to downtown Vancouver and hang out with some other colorists I know (Dave McCaig, Nathan Fairburn).

    I need a haircut. My "Grizzly Adams" look is more "Grisly Adams" but I just don't have time to battle crowds to find a barber.


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    Holidays, really damn well hate them.

    The world seems to slow to a creep and focus in on them disrupting any normal plans I have as people vanish off down rabbit holes and expenses go out of fucking control.

    On the other hand I am finally trying my hand at what I should have done years ago in my additional free time this week, writing (thats not in a research or memorandum form) and creating something myself. So maybe something good will come of that, but otherwise just focused on the New Year getting here and life spinning back to normal.
    • CommentAuthorOddcult
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    My week summed up:

    Dear Ex-Boss wot rather stupidly tried to act tough and do an Alan Sugar on me,

    Notice of Grievance.

    After taking advice from ACAS, I am writing to you to clarify my current situation as regards the termination of my employment and also to formally express a grievance at the way the situation was handled.

    On Monday 17th of December, you initially said that I was to be on ‘gardening leave’. If this is to be the case, then you are legally obliged to pay me until the end of my notice period. This is your prerogative and acceptable to me.

    However, you also used the words ‘You’re fired’.

    This would entail summary dismissal without notice. I have been advised that in the situation of dismissal without notice, even in a case of gross misconduct, certain statutory procedures need to be undertaken (Employment Rights Act 1996 s.98A introduced by Employment Act 2002 s.34). This did not occur and I have also been advised firstly that nothing that could legally be declared ‘gross misconduct’ took place – making this a case of ‘wrongful dismissal’ and secondly, because no statutory procedures were followed, such a dismissal is ‘automatically unfair’.

    I have no wish to take you to an industrial tribunal to resolve this issue, but I have the advice and information necessary to do so, and this letter is the first step in that process.

    It seems that the simplest way to resolve this would be for me to be on ‘gardening leave’, to be paid one month’s wages and sent my P45 at the appropriate time, as you initially stated, and I very much hope that you will take this course of action.


    No love,

    Me.


    They paid out. Ha.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I honestly believed my heart was going to explode with the force of five pounds of fleshy semtex, taking my workplace with me. Thank God for the holiday break.
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    I used to have this girlfriend who'd make out with me in her sleep. She did it twice; the first time, she didn't remember it in the morning, and the second time I managed to get her to wake up while she was doing it. She was rather surprised.

    The third time, she complimented me on my shirt, and then unbuttoned it with her mouth. She was pretty startled to hear about this the next day, and tried to do the same feat again -- and failed. She couldn't get my shirt open when she was awake.

    I was watching DVDs of House, M.D. this week, and a woman comes on who House diagnoses with "sexsomnia" -- a sleep disturbance where the person makes sexual advances, or even has sex with people, while in verifiable REM sleep.

    Makes ya wonder. Naturally I e-mailed my ex right away. She hasn't written back yet.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    Oh, shit...I do that all the time.
    • CommentAuthormunin218
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    My week.... *sigh*

    Writing a huge paper for grad school on something i dont really give a shit about, only to have it returned, suggesting massive re-writes if i want a better grade.

    Fighting my (now former) bank for *18* overdraft fees, none of which they actually notified me of in a timely manner. I got some of my money out before they took it all, and went to another bank. But now I'm short money on the holiday. They also want me to pay the account, or they'll screw me over bigtime with chexsystems. They still want $261.

    I had to do a lot of cleaning for company who are supposed to only be visiting for a few hours this weekend, IF THEY SHOW AT ALL.

    My only day off, instead of relaxing, I got to do MORE CLEANING.

    I HATE MY JOB. THE BIG BOSSES ARE ASSHATS.

    I got a massage yesterday, and it made me want to cry, i needed it so bad.

    I spent all day today getting screamed at by customers at work.

    I need a vacation. Barring that, I need a stiff drink and some sexual acrobatics. And i need it yesterday.
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      CommentAuthorFerburton
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007 edited
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    It's a funny thing when you feel like a third wheel inside your own house.

    My roommate's girlfriend is here visiting for a few days before they go to her place for christmas. Now there wouldn't be much problem about this with me, but my roommate is paranoid out the ass and has been hiding in his room with her pretty much the entire time, playing PC games. Rather dull, it's only when I've gone to sleep that they actually come out.

    So it's as if I'm intruding on his happiness or something of that sort, especially when I had him work last night, he had the impression I was going to fuck her brains out or something along those lines. Though we both passed out as soon as he left.

    Oh and I've been drawing and painting my web comic the last couple of days.
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      CommentAuthorzarhooie
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I am going absolutely stir-crazy because this town is dead. Most of my old friends have moved away or aren't back from school yet or have gotten knocked up. I never really had much in common with them anyway, but it's all sort of final now, y'know? That is, until I move away and get back from school and get knocked up. Hopefully that won't be anytime soon!

    Mom and dad and the brother are at the stupid-hyooge mall an hour away, shopping their insane little heads off. Me? You couldn't give me enough Xanax to drive into that parking lot, let alone spend an entire *day* there. There are people. More than that, there is an entire mall of people, none of whom I know or care about, and they'd all be touching me. I think I'm having a panic attack just thinking about it. Ew.

    Mom was surprised that I didn't have any shopping to do. I got smart this year and got 75% of it done before Thanksgiving, and the last 25% I did while most people were at work.

    I'm heading to Philly for NYE. I'm rather excited, as I have never been there. Of course, the last time I was in PA I spent the better part of a week in a hospital. Hopefully that doesn't happen this time.

    In other news, I get to go on an antidepressant next week! Fun, eh? With any luck, that'll keep me from hermiting up in my dorm next semester.

    Oh, yeah....
    I hate large crowds of unwashed mouth-breathers.
    I love my trailer trash flamingo and motor home PJs from Target.
    The NY and SD Departments of Labor are pissing me off. They are both claiming that they don't have to pay me unemployment, that the OTHER one needs to pay it.
    The current healthcare system in the US is horribly broken. It needs to be fixed because people like me, the ones who can't get private insurance due to pre-existing conditions, are the ones who fall through the cracks.
    I want to have the time, energy and space to finish my quilt.
    I will change everything as soon as I'm elected Princess of the World. I'll have midgets, and llamas and hot guys to sex me up/feed me orange segments.
    I am trying to make an old Mac into a fishbowl in the basement. It's coming along slowly.
    Can't dance. My hips keep popping out of place. It's not fun. I'll sing for you though. LA!

    Happy Saturday, W.
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      CommentAuthorMiss
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I am really tired of our cancer-ridden dog leaving bits of flesh all over the carpet.
    Hurry up and get better or I'll start looking for the shotgun. I don't care if rotted bits of dogmeat sloughing off is normal like the doctors said, it's disgusting and I have to pick it up or she'll eat it and get even more ill. Though her being sick does mean I can play Wii in the middle of the night when babysitting her and nobody sees how much of a dipshit I look. This comes in handy for Dance Dance Revolution: Dipshit Party.

    Also fed up with having ridiculously chaotic sleep patterns which don't get fixed by any sort of nature doodad or prescription drug. It messes up my medication times and feeding times, which then causes boring nausea and so on.
    Feeding times sounds like a keeper arrives and throws goat carcasses at me. This is not so far from the truth.

    On the upside, less money has been spent on needless crap because it's all gone to bloody radiation therapy, and I get to bake a lot of cookies and drink all of our gin. Looking forward to our traditional Xmas screening of Life of Brian.

    Time to give learning Russian a shot. Just because.
    • CommentAuthorSnoweh
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I had my last wisdom tooth extracted on Wednesday morning. It was my bottom left one, the daddy of the four. They took the other three out first because they thought they might be in with a chance of not having to take out that one. It was Big, Fat and juicy with curvy roots. Well it came out anyway & for the record, Yes i was sedated for it (what can i say I'm a giant scaredycat :p ) Well, I have an infection. Of Course. So I have antibiotics. Which means no alcohol. over the Christmas week. Oh, And the when the painkillers wear off half an hour before i can take the next dose I have 30 minutes of searing pain travelling thru the skeletal structure of my lower left face.

    Oh, And, I can't eat anything even REMOTELY solid, not even slightly lumpy. I can't open my goddamn jaw wide enough.

    I'm Hungry.

    I Hurt.

    :'(
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    The approaching new year is the one in which I improve this grind I've been calling a life.

    I should be moved into my cabin within six months. I've cut all of the wood I'll need for it, and I recently finished the roof. The rest shouldn't be nearly as difficult. Here's a picture of what it looks like thus far:



    With the cabin done, I'll actually have free time again. Start back to work on the screenplay and the comic, and practice my writing like a madman.

    I intend on finding another job, as well. The government is broken, and I'm tired of being a part of the dysfunction.

    For the first time in a long time, I'm excited about what the future has in store.

    Will
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      CommentAuthorJaredRules
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I'm really fucking sick of throwing out bums and crackheads from my work. Whatever degree of sympathy I have for them and their situations has been completely worn thin.

    I'm sorry that you don't have a warm place to go, but you don't have any business here so you gotta fucking leave. Its not just you, its true of anyone who is not a guest or visiting a guest. Its just that the "normal" people don't fucking give us this problem!
    And then they get pissed when I catch them pretending to leave. Fuck those guys (and occaisional ladies).
    • CommentAuthorSnoweh
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    Oh, also i have a cardboard cut (like a paper cut, only fatter) on the heel of my right hand, which makes mousing and typing somewhat irritating.

    In other news the business has been taking off like a rocket in the runup to Christmas (Which is where i got the cardboard cut from, see, Packing Christmas orders) & this weekend I had the kids over, Patched things up with my Dad (again) and this is the last weekend before we move house. :)
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      CommentAuthorobliterati
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007 edited
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    I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
    I've been in this strange new town since October and spent most of that time uncomfortable and useless, my host being a very good friend but a very bad employer, the three cats taking turns being crazier than a dozen Courtney Loves in a microwave, the heat in the house still not working, and everyone's gone except for my housemate Rosa who never leaves her room for any reason except to make the hallway smell like ethanol when she heads out the door for the night.

    My family hasn't even asked for my address so I know there will be no gifts from them this year, and one of my best friends from "home" in Portland just showed up here the other day and promptly dropped out of contact, meaning I had all these reunion hopes built for nothing, complete nothing.

    I am just finishing the first day-long period in a month where I can feel my fingers in all this cold, I haven't had clean laundry since October, I'm down to thirty bucks and some pasta noodles, the phone is broken, eighty-eight different people stalk me all around Livejournal whenever I'm in danger of enjoying myself there, the only things I want to write are insanely dangerous true stories which invade the privacy of my friends so I wind up not writing them, my bad knee just gave out on the ride to the cafe where I'm writing this, and I can never be normal again no matter how much I want to because I now have the mind of an abused animal and an addict body which hates all life in all it's viny multifarious capacities for pain.

    The good news is that people who pick on me always seem to get physically injured somehow when I'm not paying attention, and no one can figure out why. Just very strange luck is all. But I'm trying to not call that <i>good</i> news because it isn't nice to enjoy the misfortune of others. Unless they ask nicely of course. Or beg, you know.

    I'm pretty sure I'll be shoplifting Christmas dinner this year.
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      CommentAuthorJaredRules
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    and there's number two that had to be removed. Today sucks.
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      CommentAuthorobliterati
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
    Where do you work Jared?
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      CommentAuthorLuke
    • CommentTimeDec 22nd 2007
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    Having an awesome time. Travelling around Chinese cities with my girlfriend, alternately
    a) Eating awesome food
    b) Doing stuff until next time to eat food.

    Met a load of her family yesterday, all hyper-keen to meet me but a foot shorter than me and I can only understand a few words, it was basically C3PO and the Ewoks except I'm shining white instead of shining gold. Then they fed me.

    All this and another three whole weeks where we don't have to worry about laser alignment or DNA extraction, it's total bliss.

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