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| Current music: | Nirvana - Lake of Fire |
Now with added employment (must remember to X-post!)
Somehow, I appear to have acquired a job. Don't know entirely how it happened (so quickly), but I was phoned this morning by Reed, on whose website I had recently registered to aid the search for a job. Now, I was under the impression that I was using their service to the full, but one of their people phones me up first thing this morning and asked if I wanted to come down the office and see about registering for their actual temping service. Or something, I'm a little hazy on the details.
Anyhoo, I say I can come down to the office today, and so I do, not knowing exactly what to expect. They gave me a data entry test (which I sucked at) and a test on use of Word, which was really arbitrary and not friendly to people who can learn by experimentation. The results of these tests they proceded to ignore and offered me a job place as a data entry monkey at a hospital in Gosforth. Okay then...
It's not wonderfully paid, but the hours are decent, and it's only for a few months. I've been trying to work out exactly how much money the government are going to take, but National Insurance contribution is stumping me, so I think I'll let someone else worry about it.
Was away down south last weekend, sadly not under the most happy of circumstances, as we had the funeral of Calephetos' granny. Nonetheless, we made something of a short break from it. I got to see bits of London I've not seen before, including ol' Camden Town, the Globe and the London Eye. Only one of the above locales featured gentlemen standing around on street corners going "Gange. Gange." Can you guess which? I had hoped to spend a bunch of money I don't have in Camden's music shops, but it was horrendously busy, and I really could have done with being shown some good places by someone in the know. In the end, however, it's a good thing I kept my money, as it turns out that Guildford itself has a really fine second hand vinyl place, which I cleared out of a large armful of records, including Blood on the Tracks by Bob Dylan and The Smiths' first album. Marvelous.
The funeral itself went off okay, although the day involved about 6 hours of travel and half an hour of some surprisingly current Christian preaching. By that I mean the modern Alpha course-esque stuff that encourages the listener not to trust in their own strength of mind, or wisdom of how the world works, and trust only in Jesus to get you through. I may be not grasping the subtleties, but I find the whole "Trust in The Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding" (Matthew, or Proverbs, I forget) to be entirely at odds with my view of the world. Each to their own, etc.
Now, to go do something constructive with my free time before it is cruelly taken from me.
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