Snowglobe #2

I feel like a snowglobe. You know, everything feels all nice and settled and then something comes along to scatter everything again. That, and I also feel that I'm living in my own little bubble.

So the floorboards are finally done, but not without its own drama involving the wrong order of wood, which meant the dudes were short a few planks and had to come back on Thursday and Friday to do the stairs and the last two rooms. Looks nice but in effect it meant that I lost a week of work, which was particularly bad because I actually have a lot on at the moment.

Went out for sushi then dessert with Beq on Tuesday night. There were a bunch of us, which unfortunately included Holly (who's nice but doesn't really fit in with Ass, Sir, Beq and I, who bounce off each other). The only other time I saw Beq was when I drove her to the airport on Friday and I had to share her with Tracey. A whirlwind visit but super to see her!

Had a job interview on Wednesday at an online education company who are recruiting people to rewrite textbooks and other resources in accordance with the syllabus for a school-aged readership. Not a bad job - 6 months paying (pro rata) $40-45K. They set me a written task, which I miraculously (considering all that has been going on this week) managed to submit last night. Of course I wanted to submit it the next day but commissioned work had to take priority.

After the interview I hopped on a bus and went to see Stuart, who is now moving in with his grandparents (they have a studio flat below their house). Conditions are no loud music and no drugs on the premises. I'm hoping this will spell the end of his pot-smoking days. Then I had writers' group in Glebe and Gina came along. Her work was good - much more polished than a lot of ours.

Thursday and Friday was spent moving furniture back and getting stuff ready to sell at the car boot sale down the road. I only got four hours sleep on Saturday morning, which was particularly bad because I had such a full day - to market from 8am-2pm, to Clovelly for Jade's farewell, then to The Vanguard to see Abby Dobson with Stuart. Got home at 1am and then Sunday went to birthday morning tea with friends at The Tea Room at the QVB, which was really nice (marred only by the fact that Sir got a parking fine).

Started this week at the SWF office, where I am now in paid casual work (yay!), Hotel Babylon in the evening (a double ep, so only one more to go in the series) and yesterday wading through the mire that is work. Or, the work that I was supposed to do last week, anyway. Made a dent in it, which is promising.

Well, the Beaconsfield miners are out of their hell hole as of yesterday morning, today I am 25 years old (gaah! gaah! gaah!) and tomorrow I will be well enough to shake this cold (I spent most of today sleeping). I got lots of nice messages from people, including Peta who sent me a present in the post, and plenty of cash from my parents, which will probably go on books, boots or CDs, or all three. Hasta luego, amigos.