Hmm. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go part-time. I seem to be doing just as much work, only at home and not being paid for it. I'm still scrambling around a bit for this next issue (behind again!). Having faith that things will get better, though.
Still, I think it will be a matter of a week or so before I get to do REAL part-time, so I hang around in hope. The best part is having the option to sleep in five days a week (although this hasn't happened as often as I thought it would).
Last week's highlight was meeting Pat Mackle, who is the founder of free postcard company Avant Card. Mag is doing a profile on her. Went to their office in Beaconsfield and spoke to her for about an hour, AND she gave me a full set of Alice in Wonderland postcards. I was trying to collect them earlier this year and by the time I remembered to pick them up they had disappeared, so for that I am grateful.
Um... fridge came! Finally! Except that I sat around in tears of frustration for most of Friday afternoon because I found out I needed a hex head socket to convert the door (from right opening to left opening - fridge cavity has a wall on the left) so I went to Bunnings and couldn't buy one, I had to buy the whole damn set of sockets.
Then I found out the first step was to lay the fridge on its back. Well the delivery guys just plonked it in the cavity and there was no way I'd be able to do it without seriously damaging myself or the fridge. So I called my dad and he and mum were at the Good Food & Wine Show and he said he wouldn't be able to come until Saturday morning. So I stood and glowered at the firdge for several minutes then had to find the extension cord to plug in the old fridge (which still had stuff in it). So I felt stupid for having paid for the socket set if I couldn't do it then and there.
Anyway, Sam came home just before 6 so we lay the fridge down and started following the instructions. And then Boff came over for Card Sharp and helped us. It was nice not to do anything, just supervise the guys (both of whom I don't really know all that well). NOT that I couldn't have done it myself had I been able to lay the fridge down (and prop it back up). It was just screwing and unscrewing things, really.
We had a new player at Card Sharp, Liane. I've closed my Meetup group (well, I closed it a long time ago but it was in a zombie state for about a month) bcos I figure if people were serious about coming they would've already. Plus, I reckon I have enough hands to call on for a game night with Assie and her buddies and Robert (ex) around.
Liane was nice but very quiet and neither Boff nor I seemed to have any common ground with her (after a bit of fishing) so most idle chit-chat fell flat. Still, she lasted until about 11.30, then Boff and I played on (cribbage) for about 90 mins. Things were a bit easier then. Apart from playing cards, Boff and I have a fair bit in common. We both write spec fiction. He is also coming down to Melbourne for WorldCon. We both like photography. We're both atheists. Um... he's still willing to learn bridge with me even though he knows I take some silly risks in 500. (Okay, that last one is card-related.) Best part is: no sexual tension = no complications.
Which is something I've been trying to tell my workmates about Mr Newcastle. Last time he was on the scene he invited himself over to my place and stayed the night BUT NOT LIKE THAT. Workmates thought he made a play for me and it went wrong. I begged to differ. Assie agreed and said it's not always about sex. (Also, I'm not that chick. Guys just don't lust after me.) Met him tonight to workshop his film treatment and it was all straight words, no innuendo. No sexual tension = no complications.
For the same reason, I'm happy to have Sam as my flatmate. I could tell he was a pretty nice guy, low maintenance, and I knew there would never be anything between us. No sexual tension = no complications.
Where I do get it wrong is that now that there are so many platonic male relationships in my life, I can't seem to find a non-platonic one. I even went out on Saturday night to FBi Radio's fundraiser Sydney Sounds Like at The Metro. I invited Pape and Scott; Ness was going to come only at the last minute she had to go to Wagga Wagga with Russell to man his store at the games weekend (while he went off and won tabletop tournaments. I'm not even sure what that means).
Pape found Simon to take Ness' ticket. I've met Simon once before but still had to ask him his name. Pape had also grouped with Tristan and Renee who'd wanted to come anyway. They're a good bunch of guys but I have non-platonic feelings for exactly none of them. But I can't exactly look available hanging around three single guys. Besides which, it's never my intention to pick up at gigs, it's always about the music, let's face it.
So where does this mysterious boyfriend come from? I haven't let myself think about it for a while, but now I'm really starting to wonder. And, dare I say it, care. With much surprise I often remember I'm 29 with my youth wasted on nights in front of the computer playing 500 online with strangers. True, dat.
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