So, it turns out if you give workers notice of big changes equivalent to or greater than sacking notice, it doesn't count and you can't claim you've been sacked. And I thought Robin was being so great by keeping us in the loop. Fuck. Now I feel more nervous than I already would have about asking Robin and Batman nicely to sack me, since they've obviously gone to pains to not 'accidentally' sack us.
So I'm in a pisser I can only alleviate by working through the mountain of things I need to do. They are getting done and besides one or two social or moving-around type things I'm shutting down shop this weekend to work on a school application. Today I'm working the minimum so as to look into my options more fully. I got some 'interesting' suggestions last night from the totally amoral people I dined with. Lady's roommate had good ones. J*Fish had crap ones.
Anyways. Blah blah blah. Life isn't all assfucks and thorny crowns at the moment. I finished the Goya review and on the same day received a copy of Martin Amis' new novel, House of Meetings, and ordered the upcoming Air CD and - oh yes - the upcoming Harry Connick Jr. CD. I don't know anything about Harry Connick Jr., besides some women thinking he's hot, but the new album seems to be in French and I like that shit. So at least one thing in this world is superb: review copies. Lovely, lovely review copies. Here's the Goya review.
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Sorry to hear you're going to have to scheme to get fired now. It all seemed so pretty and simple.
I enjoyed your review. You're such a brilliant and talented girl I'm sure you'll find something that will make you happy. Sometimes getting fired is the best thing that can happen.
You're such a sweet girl to say all that, Sugar. If I can't get fired I'll quit and everything will be okay. It's just hard to give up the idea of free money once I get it in my head . . .
Free money is great. And you've been paying into it for all these years - you deserve it.
That's bugging me - jumping through hoops to get back money I paid to support myself through unemployment when I oh-so-want to be unemployed.
i had the hugest crush on Harry Connick Jr. during his Blue Light / Red Light album... crooner hot!
but a french album? well... i guess he IS from Louisiana... errrrr... i don't know about that one. you'll have to lend it to me!
Only if it doesn't suck, honey.
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