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.