kangeiko: (Ayrton/Alain)
I haven't posted on this for ages. I feel like I've sort of left DW/LJ for tumblr, but tumblr is so exhausting a lot of the time. And I've started being online via laptop rather than tablet/phone a lot more, which makes it easier to use DW/LJ, so let's see how long this lasts, anyway.

At the moment, I'm in Iraq. I've been travelling for work since the beginning of December last year, and I am very very tired. I was in Ethiopia, Kenya, South Sudan, Rwanda and am now spending my March mostly in Iraq. I get to come home for Easter, though, and I am SO ready for that. I think it's one thing to be for travel in principle, and to enjoy it to a certain degree, but the last few months have been exhausting. I've had several security incidents - including explosions in the middle of the night in South Sudan, armed men entering my car in Kenya, and a battle 25miles down the road last week in Iraq - and it leaves you quite jumpy.

I was talking to friends of mine about how I was failing to sleep in the interim. And that's sort of true. I'm picky and sickly at the best of times, and the security situation, almost constant food poisoning and high work stress has left me wrung out.

So anyway, I finish at Easter, and then I come home for a few weeks. And then I start a new job. It's much more senior than anything I've ever done before, and I am properly gulping in trepidation over it. That's also partly why I want to come back to DW/LJ - where I have a calmer connection, I think, with fandom than I do with tumblr. Tumblr and twitter and Skype have kept me sane the last few months, but I feel like I'm constantly shouting and being angry, and I need some sort of outlet that allows for slightly more complex and rounded thought.

Anyway, fandom-wise, it's mostly been F1, with a side-helping of Top Gear. You can basically see where this is going. Yes, a lot of fandom-related tears since October onwards. In fact, from before, probably. I've started writing again, which is new and exciting - I've been writing more or less every day in fact. I really don't think I'll be continuing at that pace once I've started my new job, so... we'll see. I'm enjoying this burst of limited creativity for however long it lasts.
kangeiko: (atia of the julii)
 Wow, I haven't posted here in a little while. I've mostly been stolen by tumblr, which is easier to post to from a mobile as I spend far less time doing social media stuff on my laptop. I was thinking about getting a laptop that's a little more portable, which would allow me to write more and blog more; any recommendations?

In the meantime, I wrote some fic and saw some theatre, so here is a short round-up of activity since, well, the middle of last year.

Fic wot I wrote:

Matins (Sherlock BBC)
"I think I would be perfectly alright if you died," Sherlock said over tea. He glared at Mycroft and very deliberately took a sip of Darjeeling.

spilt milk (The World's End)
Five things that never happened to Gary King (and one that did).

I finally finished this! It took me a few months, and in the meantime, I received some glorious fan art for it which made me weak at the knees. 

the ninth month (Coriolanus - Shakespeare / Coriolanus - Rob Hastie & Josie Rourke)
Each step further from her body has led to this. Volumnia has no illusions.


For [livejournal.com profile] yuletide I wrote the following:

I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be (Seafort Saga - David Feintuch) for [archiveofourown.org profile] Serenade 
"Why, Holser?"
"I don't know. Maybe now the Captain's dead, being first middy doesn't seem so important. Maybe it's the way Alexi looks at you sometimes, when he thinks you don't see."

Alexi isn't the hero of this story. He can't even remember his lines.

the bone mother (Deathless - Catherynne M. Valente) for [archiveofourown.org profile] dynamicsymmetry 
Look, said Viy, and held out the world for her inspection. Look, milochka, at what I have for you.
The Tsars and Tsaritsas of Widow Likho's black book.

a funny thing happened on the way to the ballot box(Deathless - Catherynne M. Valente / Political RPF - Russian 21st c.) for [archiveofourown.org profile] JJ_Shinnick 
This is what happens when you let your sister matchmake.

such is the breath of kings(Richard II - Shakespeare) for [archiveofourown.org profile] angevin2 
After Richard's death, the Duke of York visits his son. Set within the 2013 RSC version (where Exton's character is subsumed in the character of Aumerle).

northward, with such quiet steps (Frankenstein - Nick Dear) for [archiveofourown.org profile] Kahvi 
Slowly, gradually, the pursuit progressed.

Ouroboros (Frankenstein - Nick Dear) for [archiveofourown.org profile] Kahvi 
Victor collapses in the Arctic. The Creature intervenes.


Reviews of theatre/opera/ballet wot I saw fairly recently: 
- King Charles III (Almeida Theatre)
- King Lear (and here) (National Theatre) 
- Henry V (Noel Coward Theatre)
- Carmen (Royal Opera House)
- Prince Igor (London Coliseum)
- Richard II - RSC (and here) (Barbican Theatre) 
- Coriolanus (and here) (Donmar Warehouse) (& more meta on the play & this interpretation of it is here). My Coriolanus tag is fairly full.
- American Psycho: A New Musical Thriller (Almeida Theatre)

Things that I saw that I haven't gotten around to reviewing are the Let the Right One In (Royal Court Theatre), Matthew Borne Swan Lake (Sadler's Wells), Red Velvet (Adrian Lester - Tricycle Theatre), The Weir (Brian Cox - Wyndham's Theatre), A Taste of Honey (with the wonderful [personal profile] selenak , at the National Theatre), The Full Monty (Noel Coward Theatre), Versailles (Donmar Warehouse), 1984 (Almeida Theatre), Walmsley String Quartet (Royal Albert Hall).

non- theatre events: I attended the Sherlock Apple store event (photos and comments here and here or check out my applelock tag), the Royal Television Society "Anatomy of a Hit" lecture & drinks thing (comments and photos here and here, or check my rts tag), Malala Yousafzai's talk at the Southbank Centre (comments & photos here),

The above reviews are all on tumblr. I'm thinking of starting a blog or tumblr or something focused specifically on theatre reviews. I've been going more and more, and although I do the obvious things like collecting programmes, not writing down my immediate impressions means that I lose quite a bit of the memory of the performance, especially the quirky little things that won't then be recalled easily for a programme perusal. I'm still trying to work out the best format for that; I suspect that Wordpress (then crossposted to tumblr / LJ / DW) might be the best approach. If I treat it as a fairly rigorous this I may well be able to stick to it; it's only ad hoc blogging that I can't seem to get the hang of.

Speaking of things I can't get the hang of, I appear to be doing too many Nine Worlds things. Like, far too many. Two panels for sure, and maybe helping on others? This may not seem too many, but I have recently handed in my notice (because I have a wonderful new job that I am VERY excited about) and Nine Worlds is falling fairly soon after I start. I don't think this is a problem, but it means that I need to sit down and think out what I need to be doing for all the things I've committed to, rather than blindly trusting that things will work out in the end (because that way needless stress lies). 

In order to avoid needless stress, I will be taking a glorious 3 weeks holiday in between finishing current job and starting new job. This will probably involve a few days abroad, although the details are tbd. My mother seems fairly keen for us to go away to a spa in the Czech Republic for a week (I'm not entirely sure where in the Czech Republic, I suspect it's in the middle of a forest as all spas tend to be), and I'm fairly keen to spend a few days back in Paris doing art things, so who knows. It's quite nice leaving that all up in the air deciding nearer the time.

My Italian study has faltered since Christmas (as in, I've done fuck all since then), but this is mainly because I've actually been rather sick over the last quarter and have also been job hunting. Work has also been so spectacularly bad, we are the source of astonished entertainment for other teams. If I saw these plotlines on a show, I'd complain they weren't realistic. But that's mostly resolved now - plus, fantastic new job. So phase 2 of my new year's resolution (fix work, health, long-term life goals) is now moving on to a focus on health. This probably wasn't helped by eating doughnuts today, but let's assume that I'll be, er, healthier somehow with the Easter impetus. I'm definitely going to be indulging in some pilates classes, and will actually dust off that gym card as well. I suppose Italian self-study is the sensible thing to slot into my new schedule at this time as well... well, we'll see.
kangeiko: (need a fucking drink)
I'm moving house tomorrow, therefore I have boxes everywhere & am not packed AT ALL. This is fine. I will have plenty of time to pack during the NO TIME I have allocated for this. #idiot

And then I have to do all the new!house things, like pick a broadband provider. Hivemind, what do we think about Virgin Media? Is the promised superfast connection really superfast?

Also, I have been too stressed to properly pay attention to, & restrain my parents during, the new!house shopping. This means I got home to find a shiny new stainless steel kitchen roll holder. WTF is this, I don't even have kitchen roll - but no, my mother had thought of this, and purchased me a giant pack. "Ah, I see you have bought the essentials," I said. "Yes," she said, not looking up, "I got the pastry brush and the parmesan grater, but I held back on replacing your piping bag. You'll be ok for a few weeks without one?" NO MOTHER, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO. I guess it's good that I have the parmesan grater to comfort me during my difficult time.

Seriously, I love my parents, and they are unfailing generous, but I think they still think of me as a little girl leaving home for the very first time. My father wants to buy me some more miniature pots & pans, presumably to make tiny cakes. I feel like he's outfitting a doll's house. I have forbidden them from buying anything else whatsoever.

Colleague at work looked like she gonna cry today, so I gave her a hug. Audit time is never fun.

Also, Yuletide. I am still excited in principle, but the sheer exhaustion of moving house is sapping my energy & vim somewhat. Please send replacement vim.
kangeiko: artic ice with the sun in the background, and a sledge being dragged by dogs (TG adventure)

I was totally intending to do a travel round-up, but I'm struggling with the connection. Instead, I'm going to whine about working on a giant spreadsheet that gets more complex with every added formula. Why, world, why? This is why I don't like project work. Or, well, I do, but I feel like I've been dropped in the middle of it with no briefing, and am struggling to make sense of everything in the allotted time.

On the plus side, I'm definitely travelling in-country in a couple of weeks, which should be awesome. On the downside, the rest of my time seems to be pencilled in to interview panels and workshops, with no actual time to get any of the work done. ARGH. Plus Monday is a bank holiday! And my normal lift has her sister visiting so probably won't want to drive us around!

Oh, I totally forgot to mention that I've been driving a giant 4x4 pick-up truck in Africa. THIS IS SO COOL. Also terrifying. And painful. I can't change gear without sacrificing a wrist-bone. And no one here indicates, and pedestrians don't look, but walk in the middle of the street, and there are no street lights. I'm so not ready to be driving myself around anyway (at least not for the next couple of weeks), but I'm putting in the time behind the wheel, which is good. I've been trying to persuade the business manager to let me borrow a car over the next few weekends so we can go to the beach, but he just moans something about likelihood of me ending up a mangled wreck in a country with poor medical coverage, and changes the subject. BORING. Just because the lake-side roads are rubbish and inter-city traffic is hideously dangerous and we've suffered several car accidents as an org this year already...

ANYWAY. No beach until the end of the month, when we're gonna try to persuade a colleague to drop us off. Er, 200km out of his way, but whatev. Better than the mangled wreck option.

In any case, when I get back to the UK, there will be Top Gear Live!  Front row centre seats, bb, oh yeah!

Yes, I can be fannish, what of it?

*flail*

Jun. 23rd, 2011 10:00 pm
kangeiko: (need a fucking drink)
Now back from security training with only a small open infected wound and a very modest amount of mental trauma. So that was good.

I have yet to write the [community profile] help_japan fics I owe people. These are now so late I feel incredibly bad. :( Desperately trying to get it all done next month, the rest of June is just not gonna happen. GAH.

I have a Ducati Corse t-shirt in red. This makes my world better.

kangeiko: artic ice with the sun in the background, and a sledge being dragged by dogs (TG adventure)
Safely back from Burundi. The placed was beautiful, but the conference was very stressful. I had hoped to have some time to write, and I did, a bit, but it really wasn't the most conducive environment for creativity, so I got neither of my [community profile] help_japan fics done, for which I apologise. I'd hoped to get them done by the end of June, but that's looking less likely by the second. I got back on Friday morning (by virtue of saying "sod it" and getting a flight a few nights earlier), and on Tuesday I leave again, this time for full immersion security simulations, complete with men in balaklavas and toting AK47s. Then I get back, repack, and set off for the Isle of Wight, to see an old friend I haven't seen for months. Then I get back, repack, and set off for women traveller-specific security training, i.e. The Rape Simulation Exercise. That one promises to be a barrel of laughs for all concerned. Then I get back, have a couple of days at work doing admin-y things, repack, and set off for the Superprix at Brands. Then I get back, have a week at work, and 84 celebrations are in that weekend. Then I have another week at work, and then pack and set off for the MSVR weekender at Brands Hatch. Then I get back, etc etc.

Basically, I will be lucky to have time to breathe, let alone write, for the next few weeks. GAH. My existential writer-angst is made all the more poignant by the fact that both of the people I bid on for [community profile] help_japan have already finished their fics for me, and OMG they are EXCELLENT. I mean seriously, overwhelmingly good. Stuck as I was with minimal internet connectivity, they even emailed me copies I could download and read offline, which made me a very happy camper indeed.

So, without further ado, I urge you to go and read the following excellent fic. Both are Top Gear RPF, J/J, and both are NC-17, so use your own judgement if RPF troubles you.

Wise Man by [livejournal.com profile] marginaliana [locked to AO3 registered users only] is set during the Middle East episode because, well, I was a little bewildered that no one was writing about it when it could be the source of so much angst. So I asked for it specifically, and [livejournal.com profile] marginaliana obliged with a sweet, angsty, hot fic from Jeremy's POV, centred around James's accident.

and

Well After All by[livejournal.com profile] blacktofade , which is also set during the Middle East episode, this time from James' POV. [livejournal.com profile] blacktofade asked if I had any particular wishes or kinks, and I immediately said, "awkwardness and uncertainty during first-time sex, please!" And Well After All delivers. Boy, does it deliver. Hot and funny and awkward and brilliant.

Both of these fics are absolutely amazing, and I swear I didn't arrange it to have one from James's POV and one from Jeremy's, but it made me insanely happy. You wanted Middle East fics? THESE ARE THE DEFINITIVE ONES.
kangeiko: (thoughtful)
I have spent the last couple of weeks back at work, and filled with inexplicable rage. It seems only a few days ago that I was happily sleeping until noon and not giving a thought to what has been happening in the exciting world of international aid. Sadly, it was only a few days ago, and I wish that my Christmas holidays could have been extended a little longer in order to put off the inevitable.

Let me explain. The world of international aid works something like this: charities do their best to run effective programmes, and some are more successful than others. The most successful programmes (measured by how much money gets spent on the programme) get funded, and the least successful (those with the highest overhead costs) get cut. If I told you that Charity X spends 50% of all money donated on overheads, and Charity Y spends 80% of all donations on overheads, everyone would pick Charity X (and complain about the cost of the bloody overheads, to boot).

Now, suppose you're running Charity X. You have a great many programmes and not enough money to continue funding them all. Costs are going up all the time, inflation is ridiculous, and the exchange rates have decided to bend you over the nearest bench without so much as a by-your-leave. So you're trying to decide what gets funded: this governance programme, or that malaria initiative. The malaria initiative involves mosquito nets, and you're shifting tons of the stuff, so it's expensive and you're spending loads more on that than on your staff and office costs. It looks good on paper, because your overheads are low, and your programme costs are high. The governance programme - for instance, working with grassroots organisations to encourage government transparency and accountability - is heavy on people and doesn't have a whole lot of aid money going out, so it looks like a waste of time. So you de-fund the governance programme and pump funds into malaria.

And why not? Malaria is a big issue, and many governments are piss-poor at doing anything about it. The problem is, the reason they don't do anything is partly because the mechanisms of government are so completely bollocked up that sending in direct aid funds is like pouring money down the drain. If the UK government then sends the Dictator of Country A lots of aid funds and asks him nicely to spend it on mosquito nets, don't be surprised if he decides to buy himself some new guns instead. So now you have malaria and guns, which was not the intended result.

What is a better plan is spending that money on building better, more accountable governance structures. CIPFA - the UK public sector accountancy body - is working with the Nigerian government on developing accountability and transparency in government operations. The reason for this is that a better, more accountable government benefits everybody. A better, more accountable government will hopefully prioritise mosquito nets over new tanks (unless you're Mr Cameron, in which case you'll prioritise tax cuts for the wealthy instead of flu jabs for the poor).

Of course, while you and every other aid agency is channeling funds into helping grassroots organisations build better civil societies, there are millions of children dying of malaria because no one coughed up for the bloody nets.

So there you have it. Do you spend your money on a long-term option that will eventually help to bring about robust, accountable governments, or do you try to stop people dying in the meantime?

Answers on a postcard, no longer than 140 characters.

kangeiko: (Default)

My throat is feeling rather sandpapery. In fact, my throat has been feeling rather sandpapery for a few days now, which I attributed to a lurking hangover, but am now forced to concede may be due to something else. I am supposed to be having a lovely dinner with friends tonight, but am tempted to just head home and have some of my mum's home-cooked food and acquire magic health points. (Yesterday's raid on the parental fridge was a resounding success, with several meals and vegetable health-related items pilfered.) OTOH, dinner with friends, always a plus, and I haven't seen them for a while. (Saturday.) So I think gulping some paracetamol might be my best bet, and then possibly having a shorter (shortish?) day tomorrow.

In the meantime, I am trying to write a setof report guidelines that have grown from a sensible 3 pages to an unwieldy 7 pages. Nobody reads 7 pages of report guidelines. To the red pen of doom!

(Also, I watched Doctor Who 5.3 and wasn't impressed, especially as I am also currently watching The Talons of Weng Chiang. On the one hand, massive, massive race!fail. OTOH, plot and script and acting to blow you out of the water (and a companion to make me want to ship it liek whoa. Is there Four(/&)Leela out there? Preferably with her playing bodyguard?)

I probably have more to say on the subject of Who, but my overall (non-spoilery) impression is that the acting is spot-on for both 11 and Amy, but the last two scripts have felt rather under-developed, which is a shame. Maybe there is better to come as they get into the swing of it?)
kangeiko: (Default)
Right, I am not pleased at the thought of having to go back to work tomorrow. I have worked out that on Friday I have no meetings, am not on the cheque-signing rota, and so I am really tempted to take Friday off, thereby giving myself a three day working week. I keep thinking I should feel guilty for planning a day off before even setting a foot back in the office, but in this instance I don't think I had a long enough time off. I know that everyone says that - ooh, I didn't have a long enough holiday - but for me, I'm generally eager to get back. Not this time; I wanted another week off. So, Friday off, may even Monday and Tuesday of next week, and ease myself back into it... slacker!!

Whee!!

Apr. 16th, 2009 07:43 pm
kangeiko: (Default)
I got a little slip of paper today that invited me to sign on the dotted line and have my contract become permanent. *does dance of BIG FUCKING JOY*

Does this make me ridiculously, stupidly, helplessly happy? HELL YEAH. I was gonna try for nonchalance but given the current economic climate (a phrase that seems to precede every. single. fucking. opinion I issue), I am ready to celebrate being employed by spending some of my hard-earned cash on helping the economy recover. Through the purchase of shoes. And sex toys.

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Because there was a big 'yay', there has to be a little 'boo'. My wisdom teeth have attempted to emerge from their corral once again. Previously kept at bay by a small amount of space made available through root canal (yes, it was in the middle of my finals, why do you ask?), they have staged a rebellion and are attempting to emerge. Slight issue: there is no room. None. Prior X-rays showed that they are too close to several rather crucial nerves, and so surgical removal is also not so hot an option. I have a dentist's appointment on Monday to see if the situation has changed at all in the last few years.

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Meanwhile, I ate my weight in food that is either sugary, fatty or otherwise bad for me. This has to stop, seriously. I tried to be good at work today - had cereal for breakfast, hard-boiled egg for lunch, soy yoghurt for a snack. This was somewhat ruined by the fact that I apparently looked pale enough for a ghost, or for someone nursing wisdom tooth pain. My colleagues were lovely, and responded by getting me: chocolate, pastries, and an orange balloon. (The balloon was lovely, and non-fattening.) I also made wounded faces and rubbed my head a lot (not consciously, you understand, but I do have Work!Mummy and Work!Daddy hovering like concerned Work!Parents), and was sent home like a sleepy child to have a nap. I apparently aimed for 'professional', but hit 'endearing' instead.

For the moment, permanent contract in hand... it'll do.
kangeiko: (Default)
I've just completed an intensive course in assertive presentations at Greenpeace. It was disconcerting to discovered that my default utterance - accounting for perhaps 30% of everything I say during a difficult presentation - is 'um'.

It was also disconcerting to discover that this course may have managed to cure me of using it in just two short days. Seriously. Day one, am: a million 'um's. Day two, pm: not a single 'um'. I have the video evidence to prove it.

The loud buzzer they used any time anyone um-ed and er-ed (and the points they deducted from the person's team) may have had something to do with this. Now attach that to some jump leads, and I may divest myself of 'basically', 'actually', and 'as you can see'.
kangeiko: (Default)
OK, now, this is just getting ridiculous. Either I have stupid fingers or was temporarily unable to count last night, or The Berkley website is messing me about and making reservations for me for the wrong month. Neither option fills me with much joy. I am eschewing the electronic option in favour of, er, emailing in a reservation. There shall be tea!!

But not, it appears, on Mothering Sunday, for Claridge's is fully booked. I am quite upset by this. Viable alternatives for afternoon tea with my mother, people? Don't say the Ritz, she'd... ok, she probably won't hate it, but I'm not convinced she would have a good time, either. Thoughts?

Other annoying things: someone, either the post office or the suppliers, is holding my curling iron hostage. I will not stand for it. I have sent a very stroppy email to Amazon.

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Today was v. busy - not more work than usual, just very fast, everything crashing and things needing to be done immediately. Things almost calmed down in the afternoon, when one of the Directors called me (presumably because my boss is off sunning himself in, er, Devon for the half term) and asked if I could brief him on XYZ tomorrow morning, before his meeting with the CEO. When's his meeting with the CEO? 9am. *sigh* Which means I have an 8am tomorrow I am not really looking forward to. I think I am fully prepared, but you never know until you're there.

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In other news, aaaah, Burkina in a week!

And, as it turns out, aaaaah, Zambia in June!

(And possibly Kenya in September, although that's less likely. Carbon footprint, credit crunch, et cetera.)

I'm really glad my shots are up to date...
kangeiko: (Default)
Saw Casablanca with [livejournal.com profile] wingsmith and [livejournal.com profile] queenspanky yesterday at the ICA. I'd never seen it before, and wanted the first time to be on the cinema screen. I'm so glad I waited, it's instantly become one of my favourite films.

I spent the rest of the day clearing out years' worth of accumulated clutter. Ten recycling and ten charity shop bags later, and I am... nowhere near finished. *sigh* At least there is now space for [livejournal.com profile] athena25 to move her stuff in this coming weekend.

I generally hate V-day, either because there are cards and messages (which makes me angry, see previous posts), or there aren't (which makes me depressed). This year, however, I was generally quite happy spending it with my friends and squeeing about Africa.

Next week looks something like this:
1. work work work work work
2. an assertive presentations course at Greenpeace, the mere concept of which never fails to crack me up.
3. final shopping - memory card for newly acquired digital camera (Canon, point-and-click, and yes, it's pink, sue me), anything else I've forgotten.
4. washing clothes, packing
5. flight.

Eeep.

For those curious on the continuing shenanigans of the Woman-Who-Would-Be-My-Boss, she recently had her ass kicked by my actual boss. I have a meeting with the two of them tomorrow, which should be hilarious. Will keep you posted.

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In other news, one of my very dear friends had a baby yesterday. Yes, that's a right - a Valentine's Day baby. Audrey Kathryn is named after her grandparents, and is 7 pounds and some ounces, and 22 inches long. And a week and a half late, so there was some trauma with the emergency C-section, but both mother and baby are doing well and will be going home on Tuesday. I am very eager to see them, but given that they live in Oregon, this might not be any time soon. *sigh* Still, there will be pictures soon (they are still sequestered in the hospital), and I am very much looking forward to that.
kangeiko: (Default)
*waves tiredly* I am alive, but working 8am - 2am. OK, that was one day, but 8am - 10pm for any length of time is still a long day. Just a few more days until I leave for exciting not-freezing places.

If I don't speak to/chat with/email people tomorrow, love you lots, have a scrumptious and chocolate-filled Valentine's Day.
kangeiko: (Default)
I realised I did a "my job hangs in the balance!" post, and totally left you at that cliffhanger. Le sigh.

Good news: Not fired! )

Less good news: there is talk of extra travelling (which is good) at really inconvenient times (which is bad). I don't know. Until someone actually approaches me with firm dates (and goals) for this trip, I'm assuming it's not happening.

Jewellery news: of pearls and mattresses )

Other news: I'm looking forward to flatmate Z moving out, I think. We've reached the stage where everything we do is annoying the other person. For instance: bitch whine moan ), and various other offences. Grr. She's away this weekend, I think, which should be nice.

Finally: Did I mention I had yesterday off, and today as well?? W00t!
kangeiko: (Default)
Had a bit on an anxious day at work today, and tomorrow will be worse, as I sit and stew while my fate is decided in committee.

To take my mind off things, I have been looking at the Tiffany's website. While I will baulk at paying anything over £20 for a pair of cheap earrings, I apparently find £2,500 for diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting completely reasonable. (Because it is.) I even went so far as to work out whether I can reasonably justify having such earrings in my life. Possible 'reasons' included:
1. I might get run over by a bus, and thus never know the joy of diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting.
2. I have very fussy piercings and probably going to a nice jewellers will be good for them. Certainly better than the horrid cheap things that make my ears unhappy.
3. My parents can't complain, as part of it would be my Christmas money (which I have yet to spend). The rest will be the entirety of my savings, and also a year's rent slapped on a credit card.
4. I want them I will feel fully confident when wearing them.

Also, they are incredibly beautiful. Not as beautiful as the gorgeous black pearl earrings that I fell in love with, but even if I used all my credit cards and sold everything I owned, I still couldn't scrape together the £22k I would need to purchase them.

It might still be worth it.

In reality, of course, I am unlikely to spend my money on earrings, platinum or otherwise. I need to buy a new mattress, and am considering investing in a memory foam one while the sales are still going strong. This is a lot less romantic than diamonds, but kinder to my back (and bank).

And afterwards I'll still be able to afford that pearl pendant.

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In other news, [livejournal.com profile] athena25 came over this evening and we plotted furniture shenanigans. In the lead-up to her moving in, we will both be making an effort to get rid of the useless crap that takes up so much sodding space in both our houses. This means wading through five bookcases' worth of books, a four-door wardrobe, two closets and several storage boxes' worth of clothes, and other sundry bits of crapola. My local charity store will have plenty of new stock very soon indeed.

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I may work late later tomorrow. See if I can wrest some info from passing Directors as to whether I have a job or not.

Stupid recession.
kangeiko: (travel)
I wanted to say this before I forget, because it's actually a rather important thing (at least for me) -

in which I rock )

I am now planning for my Africa trip more or less full-time. Work work work biscuit work work )

Now all I need is to work out how I'm going to last 11 hours on a plane without screaming and jumping out the airlock, and it's all going to be just fine.

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On the job front )

Also next week )

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Finally, I have purchased two pairs of jeans. And a cute dress. I plan to wear the dress - with these really cute brown patent leather Mary Janes I bought a few weeks ago - to the office at one point. Not yet, though. It's a cute outfit, and I'm saving it for when I need a pick-me-up. Or after I've spent a month on Malarone and lost buckets of weight as a result.

Yes, I can be shallow. What?
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Status:

1. [livejournal.com profile] athena25 is moving back in, almost a year to the day. This is strangely symmetrical, and pleases my brain.
2. Staff conference this week rocked. Sometimes work is just made of awesomesauce.
3. Africa trip is booked, I'm away late Feb - mid March. I have all the malaria pills in the world. And an invitation to ride a crocodile. (I may pass on that last one.) Told parents; father did not take it well.
4. Spent hour on the phone to Cutie. Spent conference flirting with Other Cutie. It's not being a tease if you're both doing it.
5. Now have capacity to work from home, despite my manager's best efforts to prevent this in the hope that I will not work weekends. Bless her.
6. Still no word on job. Hope to know by end of next week. Cross your fingers for me!
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Ten million not unimportant things to do, head may explode. Send endurance and wisdom in many, many packages, addressed c/o kangeiko.

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