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Life as a Londoner

February 28th, 2008 (11:35 pm)

current location: London
current mood: confused

Adventures in London: or the less than fabulous life of a London temp.

So, life in the...Bigger city, is...not quite the round of sky high heels, theatre premieres and cocktails for which I had been led to hope (which just proves that silly girls shouldn't watch so much Sex and the City).  In addition, as an honest woman, I must admit that I am actually not that keen on wearing a suit all day, every day.  Searching for a job in these circumstances is...trying to say the least.  You can not imagine how frustrating it is to be told, constantly, that you lack sufficient admin experience, when as temp, you are perfectly well aware that actually...admin is so easy a sixteen year old could do it.  Plus, the other aspect of temping that truly sucks, is not knowing whether rent and/or food is something you'll be able to afford this month.

Still, somehow, I have managed to get an interview next week.  For an actual job, working in an actual theatre.  Not a good job mind you, but I've hit the point where I really don't care any more.  If I get this job, I can stay in London, maybe get my own crappy studio flat...and be far, far away from my flatmates (who are...less than congenial at the moment).  If I don't get the job...then I have to seriously consider moving back to Dublin. 

However, as shitty as temping and my London life have occasionally been, there are always moments of hilarity.  Take for instance, this morning:

: (Has that thing no woman who wears heels wants to happen, when my stiletto disappears down a tiny wee hole.  Flails about trying to remove it.)
Random Man: Here let me help you.
Me: No, really I'm fine. (Thinks: Go away.  Can't you see I want to be ignored by the populace?)
Random Man: I'll fix it.  (Wrenchs my shoe from the crevice with enough force to damage the heelKeeps his hand on my ankle) You know, this almost like something from a film.  (Looks up my skirt)  Do you like films?
Me: Yeah.  (Runs away as fast as my heels can carry me)  Byeeeeeeeeeeee!

Or, in a nightclub toilet, explaining my man-woes to a friend over the phone, I say:
Me: I feel really awkward and uncomfortable, I don't know how to deal with it, except to drink more.
Friend: You have nothing to feel awkward about.  He's the one in the wrong.  You just go out there and make him realize it.
Me: But I can still drink more, right?
Friend: Sighs. (The particular sigh of someone who knows they'll be called tomorrow for a 'You won't believe what I did...' conversation)
Me: Drinks more.  Ignores random people looking for blowjobs, talks about Bob Dylan, and apologizes to own feet on the way home.

Or, on the Tube, I get knocked into by an inept pickpocket.
Random Woman: Oh I'm sorry, I don't know how that happened.
Me: (Skeptical) Yeah.  My hand ends up in other people's handbags all the time,
Random Woman: You too!  I thought I was the only one.
Me: Glares. 

Or, on the Train platform when I am approached by a creepy guy.
Creepy Guy: So why won't you give me your address?
Me: Well...emm...I
Creepy Guy: Is it cause you're scared I'll come into your room at night?
Me: ... (Thinks: Killed on a Tube platform - not a good way to go)

Or finally, in my very important Reception job in an investment bank, I am approached by two Australians who deal with currency and stock exchanges and numbers and other stuff I never want to understand,
Important Aussies Who Are Customers of the Bank: G'Day,
Me: OMG!  I didn't think you actually said that.

The thing about London is that...for the people who live there, it's the Worst City in the World - except for all the Others.  I've reached the point where I often say 'Oh London' in the same way I say 'Oh McNulty' when watching The Wire.  It's actually a surprise when something doesn't go wrong.

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Concern Fast

November 13th, 2007 (10:38 pm)

current location: London
current mood: productive

Okay, so my life as of late has been less than fascinating.  The travails of a poorly paid London temp (receptioneering in a Not Remotely Parasitic investment bank) do not make for entertaining reading - nor does the constant litany of 'we can't employ you, you're inexperienced/overly educated' that has become my search for full-time employment encourage me to write fascinating and entertaining entries.  I must also admit to being a bad fandom bunny, not having produced any of the fic I've been mentally plotting out (seriously, I have been doing so).  And even worse, I'm ashamed to admit...I don't have anything of that nature to post now.

Why I'm posting is because of this. 

I've decided this year to do the Concern fast.  For those of you who don't know, Concern is a development agency which sponsors agricultural development projects all over the world, and every year they run a twenty-four hour fast in order to raise money for projects related to starvation. 

This year the fast is on November 30, and since I'll be going without food for a full day (a working day at that!) I'd really like to raise some money while I'm at it.  If you think you can sponsor me, even for a penny (well, okay, maybe a leetle more than a penny) please let me know, or go here:


This website allows you to donate online.  Just enter my faster number (B3038099) and add your donation.

Thanks in advance,


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Battlestar's Back

November 7th, 2007 (09:42 pm)
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current location: London
current mood: contemplative

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Oh how I hate my landlord

September 18th, 2007 (11:43 am)

In the words of the immortal Dylan Moran, I hate him so much it gives me energy.  I have to get up early in the morning to hate him.

He is horrendous, in a horrendous type of way.  More to the point, and much more difficult for a tenant to deal with, he's stupid.  I don't mean that cruelly, or nastily, but as an objective statement of fact.  The man is just not that bright.  Which would be fine, and I wouldn't harbour any animus towards him, if he didn't happen to have a certain amount of control over my life.  Stuff, basic, basic stuff (stuff that I, who is living for the very first time in rented accommodation, have already grasped) about this whole landlord-tenant relationship, is completely beyond his ability to understand.  As a result, I am having to chase all over London to get things like...a sofa and a table and chairs, for the flat, as he couldn't possibly sort that out himself.


I'm also working at robotically boring job, and I'm only starting to look like a human being rather than a well-kempt zombie (I have had health problems, which are boring, but made me look like a corpsette).  Yet, somehow, I'm not miserably depressed.

I'm even starting to think about my next play, which...I think will be set in a pub.  I joked once that every Irish playwright has a pub play in them, but looking through them...with the exception of Beckett, it's actually true.  In any case, it'll be months and months before I put pen to paper, but the benefit of this robotically boring temp job, is that I have lots of time to think about it.  (And the Bourne fic I want to write)

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I Never Want to Go to Baltimore

August 30th, 2007 (11:43 pm)

current location: London
current mood: giddy
current song: The Cranberries

First of all, the best news possible...

I've finished my dissertation.  Finished, finished, finished as in forever.  I never have to read post-modernist theory again.  I never have to give on solitary crap about the construction of the nation again.  I can actually enjoy Tony Kushner's plays as plays and not as subjects for head scratching and analysis.

And I can write.  I can actually start writing creatively again.  I finished a short play today.   I have a children's novel to get to work on (with, admittedly, the most cracked out premise imaginable, but still...creative).  Now if only I can get a job and house sorted out by the 8th, I might not lose my mind.

But I am not thinking about those things tonight.  I am celebrating - with pizza and the Wire.  It's a small celebration, but I have to make up for earlier this week, when I - wait for it - flashed the former Literary Head of the National Theatre.  That's right, I did - because I, apparently, don't want to have a career.  Stuff like this is why I shouldn't go to events with open bars,

Speaking of theatre, it's time to catch up on my reviews..

The Wire

But yes, I've been watching The Wire, and I have to say - I never want to go to Baltimore.  I love the show - I think it's the best television show I've ever seen (hell, it doesn't even feel like TV to me, it feels like literature) - but I never want to go to that city.  It's the most depressing place in the world.

I'm early on in the third season now, and it's killing me to see Major Bunny Colvin - a good man, good po-lice as they say - try to make things better.  I just know it's all going to end horribly, just like it did with Frank Sobotka.  The awful thing is, these guys are really trying to make a difference - they're trying to protect their communities the only way they can, and their efforts are clearly doomed.  Everything is against them, and it kills me to know that they're doomed to failure, while gobshites like State Senator Clay Davis will live on in peace and prosperity.

(I hate Clay Davis more than anyone else on the show - more than the Barksdales even.  He is a corrupt, selfish, vile little man happily screwing over his own people.  He and Maury Levy are first against the wall when the Revolution comes.)

Despite how this might sound - if you have to beg, borrow or steal a copy, watch The Wire.  It's really that good. 

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My Fictional Boyfriends (picspam)

August 24th, 2007 (01:50 pm)

I've seen this meme going round, and thought I'd do it while taking a break from working on my thesis and being imminently jobless and homeless (no, I'm not a massive ball of panicky panic, why do you ask?)

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How not to get a job

August 7th, 2007 (05:09 pm)

current location: London
current mood: stressed

So I haven't been doing much, that is anything, online lately.  There's a simple reason for that, which is that I am currently a gigantic ball of stress and panic, and the simple thought of writing anything is more than a little terrifying (seriously - even diary entries are causing me pain).  But, in an attempt to relieve the boredom and terror of unsuccessful job applications, I penned this little piece this afternoon:

Wouldn't you hire me after that?  I'd say it's much more interesting than most speculative letters.

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Deathly Hallows

July 22nd, 2007 (01:43 am)

current location: London
current mood: exhausted

Having stalwartly resisted reading the 'Carpet Book' (if by resisted, one means seeing how difficult the images were and thinking 'fuck that noise') I got my greedy little hands on a copy of the new Harry Potter at 12.30 last night...

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Losing My Entire Mind

July 16th, 2007 (01:41 am)
current location: London

Wow.  If anyone ever wanted to see me completely lose my shit, tonight was the night.  I came home from Order of the Phoenix to find my room...infested by ant/flies/insect type thingies.  When I say infested, I'm not being euphemistic - I mean infested.  I mean that scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (okay there weren't any centipedes, but it was similar).  I have no idea what attracted them to my room - I've taken every step short of fumigating the damn place, and yet they keep reappearing. 

Seriously - I spent about forty, fifty minutes chasing the blasted things with a vacuum cleaner - holding the pipe the way Naomi Harris holds her machete in 28 Days Later, except whimpering about how I was going to wipe out their whole genus and jumping whenever one of the insects crawled into my hair (yes - that happened, more than once.  Frankly, I feel once every five years is testing my tolerance) rather than being insanely kickass.  I really, really hate insects - and they're still creeping into the room, a few at a time.  I have no idea how I'm going to sleep. 

Now, something enjoyable.

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Back in Fandom

June 18th, 2007 (02:38 am)

current location: London
current mood: tired

Well, sort of.  That's the plan anyway.

The last week and a half has been a whole big bunch of crazy.  I had to go to my friend's funeral, organise the reading of her play, go to the reading my play, put the finishing touches on my play script (which I'm handing in tomorrow) and meet with my dissertation supervisor.  I spent all weekend working on my play, to the point where I actually feel a little like I've been binge drinking - I desperately need to shower and wash my hair, I don't really remember any details about the last day or two, and there's a slight whiff of self-hatred in the air.

Mainly I'm just tired - and a little sad, still, though that's not exactly a surprise.  But once I've given my play in, I'm taking a break.  Maybe only for a day or two, as I really have to write the last chapter of my thesis (given everything that's happened, I pushed it completely to the backburner), but I really want to lie around and watch DVDs and write fic and think about Aerin.  I want to say thanks to everyone who posted on my journal or offered their sympathies in the last few weeks - I know I wasn't especially responsive, but just knowing I wasn't alone helped more than I can say.

I especially want to write fic.  I really want to finish Left Behind and The Best Ship of All before Deathly Hollows, and while that may be a little ambitious, I think I can do it.  Now that I've finished term things should be a little less hectic, and I can update more often.

So, yeah, back in fandom at last!  It's going to be a crazy few weeks.

And now, my second fic rec:  Erotic Memoirs of A Soulful College Girl
If you're into The OC at all, if you watched even a single episode from the fourth season, read this fic.  Trust me, it's perfect - I didn't know anyone could get Taylor's voice so well.

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