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Beta-read my first piece of Buffyfic this week. It didn't actually require much work, as the woman what wrote it is aa creator of succinct and incisive prose, but I do feel proud that I persuaded the writer to use the word "bollocks". My work is done. *g*
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So there is better news. If I get laid off, chances are I can get a couple of shifts a week where I used to work. My old boss (who I have slagged off in the past, and I now feel guilty about that -- but not much) said to my mate Suzanne that if I do get laid off, she will try to get me my old job back. I am scheduled to talk to the man who first gave me a job in the building on Friday, when I will express a wish to go work downstairs again. This may work. Also, they have a union agreement of no compulsory redundancies.
Also we just had a meeting of our chapel of the union (in the pub, natch) and the MoC says she's won a new layoff deal -- the absolute worst package I could get would give me a tax-free payoff of £21,000, which I could live on for a year, if I ate noodles for six months. Huzzah etc.
I love working for a charitable trust. They feel so guilty when they have to behave like a proper business and lay people off.
I have made peace with my mother after our little falling out over her being upset with me because I cannot resist the effects of a world economic downturn. Her parting shot: 'Oh well, I suppose it's not so bad, you could be like your cousin Tony"
My cousin Tony is in jail. [bangs forehead on desk] *g*
Anyway, I feel it is time to call in Wide Boy Eddie for more work on the house, given that I now have the prospect of a money cushion. Principally, the whole 'having no electricity sockets/bathroom window falling out" deal is not working for me. I reckon it will cost me a monkey* at least.
[*Cockney slang for five hundred quid.]
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This next bit is for Evil. The rest of you can move on...
So yesterday I mastic-ed the bath -- mastic is a noxious white gunky rubber adhesive, which is innately flexible and links the bathroom wall and the bath to prevent drips. I spent most of yesterday peeling the damned stuff off my hands, which is worrying because it's semi-toxic.
I also painted the bare plaster with PVA diluted 4-1 with water. PVA is powerful glue and when you dilute it, it acts as a waterproof primer. It's particularly good for adhesion when it comes to grouting. Which I will, as soon as I buy some tiles.
Tomorrow is buying tiles and also MDF -- medium density fibreboard for those of you who do not watch "Changing Rooms" -- with which I am going to build a small bathroom cupboard.
Also pine, with which I am going to build shelves in the living room, although this will take some time, as I am using two pieces for each shelf, glued together with the grains going in opposite directions, to halt buckling under the weight of books (the two pieces sort of work against each other, like bimetallic strips. They will also have to be finished very carefully and varnished, so that they do not look like shite.
Then I'm gonna build a fire surround in pine. I have power tools. I am D.I.Y. woman, hear me roar.
Basically this home improvement stuff is like Lego for adults. The magazines are porn for people who are sublimating. I know whereof I speak *g*
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On an unrelated note:
Apparently "Triangle' does not piss me off after all, as I've watched it again since Monday.
The first time I ever watched that was the very amusing night I first met C. I got back to the YMCA in SF, all cheery because of the good evening and because it was only the second time I had talked about fic out loud with someone who understood, and there it was, in all its very fuzzy, clapped-out-TV glory and I squealed with pleasure.
I don't have a show like that now, probably never will again, but I am glad I did once.
Meanwhile my BLOODY ex-flatmate taped over my copies of BrandX/Hollywood AD with "Beautiful Girls" and I am most narked. I mean, really, how does God allow a person to tape over Hollywood AD and yet STOP the tape in order to preserve the heinously awful "Fight Club"? What kind of fucked up world is that, hmmm?
Actually, if there had been taping over "Je Souhaite" or 'Goldberg", I would seriously have thrown my rattle out of the cot but as it is?
Serenity. I will live. *g*
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