Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Seven left...

   Seven work days left (three days as the omniscient ruler of the shop) and I'm in the middle of preparing to recruit a new member of staff. I wasn't actually aware that I was going to do this before my boss handed me the info... the day before she left for two weeks of vacation.
    At first I felt anxious, not to mention uneasy with my newly found pool of power, but then I just figured "ok, fuck it, lets jump straight into it then".

   So I have.
   And here's a little piece of advice for you nerds out there applying for jobs right now: if you want to get hired by someone you don't open your interview with telling your prospective boss you just applied for the job because you "had to". It won't win you any points. Nobody's impressed by that. Trust me.
   Do read up on the company with which you're interviewing. Even the tiniest bit would be good, thank you. Don't show up uninformed.
   Also don't mention how much you dislike your current employment if you have one. Will not win you any points either.
   Oh, and don't act like a total jerk if you happen to visit the company with which you're scheduled for an interview. Especially not when the person you'll be interviewed by can hear you being a total jerk. Will not win you any points.

   I suppose I should look at this whole experience as a way of learning more about what not to do when I apply for jobs myself.
   But I'm certainly a sensitive bundle of nerves at the moment and about 110% ready for my upcoming four weeks of doing nothing but whatever I feel like doing.
    Sleeping is something you can do for four weeks straight, right?

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

That feeling when...

...you've just attended the second funeral for a close relative in two months and know that a third is very much likely to happen within the next two.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Spoilers about DW

   The thirteenth Doctor is a woman! Jodie Whittaker is taking over the mantle from Peter Capaldi and we're finally rid of Moffat!


   Sadly, I can't help but feel like it's too little, too late. Nothing bad said about Capaldi (because I haven't seen a single one of his episodes), but the twelfth Doctor should have been female. Or non-binary. Just to really rock the boat and make whiny "Whovian" pissbabies show their true colours before it was cool to be all "representation actually matters and we've known for ages and ages that Time Lords can become any gender when they regenerate".
   But I will probably be returning to watching Doctor Who again, and that feels good.

Twelve left...

Only twelve workdays left until I leave for a marvellous four weeks of vacation.
   I. Can't. Fucking. Wait.
   My boss is on vacation. And all my other unofficial superiors. I've been left in charge. So obviously everything had to go to shit.
   Nine more workdays of playing boss-woman and then three more workdays and then... then...
   FREEDOM.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

RIP Nelsan Ellis

   Goddammit. How many black men in the prime of their lives and careers are gonna have to die before they pour more money into researching heart failure? TOO MANY is how many.
   Lafayette may be the character I will remember most fondly but his portrayal of Shinwell Johnson in Elementary is going to stick with me for quite a while...

Friday, 7 July 2017

I got distracted

   I've been working on and off with that new dress for The Medieval Week and honestly it's going really well but, as always, I got derailed somewhere along the process and just "had to" finish a few other projects...


   Two surcôtes in dire need of some finishing touches, my new red cotehardie at the right and a new liripipe hood in hand. I'm trying to jump from project to project to keep myself from getting too tired of the hand sewing. 

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Celebrating Medieval Days

Along the Swedish west coast is Varberg and Varberg Fortress and just recently they had their Medieval Days. Starving for some "medieval" fun I donned my outfit and jumped on a train to meet up with some friends. Before reaching my destination I received more than a few giggling stares and I guess I can understand them... but you know me. "Smile and wave" is the proper way to deal with people. Once I arrived at the fortress I made the most of it.


One month until The Medieval Week.

Saturday, 1 July 2017

I don't wanna adult anymore


NOPE. Don't wanna.

"It's bullshit"

She's a huge fucking cynic but she's amazing. "We're living in this crazy period of superficiality" she says and slams plastic surgery and the world's obsession with youth ("All these bullshit doctors..."). "I'm 88, well I mean, really 87 but I make myself one year older. I don't want to be... look younger or be younger. I like to be one year ahead." Why be scared of ageing?
"I feel beautiful inside."


In other news:
   I had a lovely midsummer with all I hoped for and as good as everything I wished for. Kind words, laughs, hugs and other forms of closeness were to be found in every direction throughout the midsummer weekend. My energy reserves were filled to the brim as I floated home on itty bitty pink clouds. All through this week I've been riding on a tall wave of yummy endorphins. However, I feared it wouldn't last and yesterday I finally crashed in a wicked way and now I'm utterly and totally exhausted. To experience that kind of intense association with beautiful people one day and then go back to my normal lonely existence the next was... not all that good. It only goes to prove once and for all that I need to hang out with people more. Socialise. I need other people. But not just that, I need physical closeness. Not necessarily sexual, mind you (you pervs). Well. Better get on with that then...
   I've been reading Redshirts by John Scalzi. At first I wasn't all that impressed but it's grown on me and n ow it's really amusing.