It’s probably been said before, but what gets me about buses is the way the segments of the trip are so distinct from each other. You go on the first leg of it, and it doesn’t matter how quickly the trip went our didn’t go; the next leg of it will go on its own schedule. There’s no way to save time, no way to have a quick trip in one part… carry over, I guess?
What would you call that? Granularity?
All of which is a way to say that while I ran out of the house this morning in such a hurry that I had to ask John to feed the cats for me, I am currently on the fourteenth minute of a scheduled ten-minute wait at the highway bus stop, and I would much rather have spent this time at home. Also, I do not have coffee and it’s chilly, so I am a bit grumpy.
The first day at work went fairly well. I believe I can do the job they want me to do, everyone seems pleasant, the number of transfers on the commute is annoying but manageable. I may see about angling for earlier hours after a week or so; we’ll see.
That said, I am stress-tired in a way I haven’t been since the last fiscal year end I was working in government. Got home and ordered pizza on the cheap deal in the mailbox and then curled up and unwound. There was a fire. I am very glad we have a fireplace.
(…for reasons besides the fact that if we didn’t, it would be very very hard to be glad about there being a fire in the house.)
Thought the cats were going to be quiet, but turns out there was evening squabbling. Managed to get half a glove right after reknitting it four times. Trying to get through the last of the House of Fear anthology and sort of quietly gleeful about how AHS handled Tate and Hayden. Can’t wait for the next episode; in the meantime, may catch up on Misfits or try Bedlam tomorrow, when I have the TV to myself.
Five o’clock came and went today, and no word from the temp agency. I figured I could look forward to maybe a Monday start date; looking over the SOW, the start date was October 17, and this kind of delay is not atypical.
Five thirty-four rolled around, and I got a phone call. The temp agency said the client wanted me to start tomorrow, if I could. I said that’d be fine, got the address, agreed I’d get them a void cheque tomorrow, all the little perfectly normal paperwork fusses that come along with this.
I’m ambivalent about it, and a bit unhappy to find myself so. I mean… employment! Employment is a good thing. I’m just worrying about whether it’ll be a good job, if I should have kept looking, whether or not they’ll realize I’m a horrible fraud and should never have set foot inside the building as soon as I actually need to start working…
All the little perfectly normal fusses that come along with this.
They’ve seen my resumé. It is a decent resumé; more, it is an honest resumé, and I suspect that matters more. I’m hoping thatit’ll all be fine and by this time Monday my biggest problem with the job will be that it’s 20 minutes from downtown so I can’t meet people for lunch.
Just wish I’d had a little more notice, you know?
 Not Friday. I probably won’t stop worrying that fast.
Yesterday I was up until four in the morning. And then I was up and functional by eight. Somehow I’m still not tired. Admittedly there was a nap in there, but…
One of the people I write with a fair bit of the time is doing NaNoWriMo. It’s rough going so far (mind, that doesn’t mean much yet), but she’s doing it. I, meanwhile, have written the hundred words of fiction in trip fragments this week.
I mean, it’s just been Hallowe’en; I practically feel guilty about not trying. It’s the time of year for (proper Lovecraft) ghouls and curiously meaningful scratches and shapes standing in the dark in the still of your room and just watching you.
You can’t see their eyes, after all.
(Oh yes, this is absolutely going to help me get to sleep. Because I needed a chaser after reading a third of the way through the House of Fear anthology. It’s a nice mix; part actual ghosts and part haunted houses (which are subtly different, but I fear I repeat myself), with a side order of the weird.)
Beginning to get sleepy, at least. The nice thing about the phone is that I can post in my room and don’t get distracted by the joys of the internet or the horror of the Sierra Madre. Much easier to lie down and go to sleep if you don’t need to tear yourself away from a computer motor.
(That’s the Sierra Madre from Fallout: New Vegas – Dead Money. Which is a quite well-done little horror story set in a haunted house… one which both corrupts its victims and is inhabited by ghosts, now that I think of it.)
Tomorrow I’ll try and get my books sorted, I suppose. And maybe I’ll hear back about work. The estimated start date just keeps creeping forward; at this point I’d be surprised if anything happened before Monday.
Wednesday, I got a call from one of the temp agencies. I’d applied for a job while I was on vacation, and the client wanted me in on Monday, so they were checking to see if I was still interested. I said yes, they said excellent, there’d be no problem as long as I had an enhanced reliability security clearance, and I should be able to start on Monday.
I do have that clearance. They said excellent, they’d just get the number from PWGSC, and all would be good.
Apparently something’s gone off with that, since I got an e-mail at 3:30 this afternoon asking me to fill out, scan, and e-mail them paperwork. At the moment they want to see if I can start Wednesday, and I still haven’t gotten an address. An address would be very useful. Just saying.
I’m tired. Tired and unhappy and at that stage where I am really worrying about whether or not I should take the job, and not sure if it’d be up to me, anyway.
Watching trailers with John and trying to improve my mood. Knock on wood.
 Bless the wonders of IMAP servers; my computers are finally set up so that I can send and receive e-mail from either one and it’ll still show up on the other. Even Sent items. This is a vast improvement over not checking my e-mail on my laptop so that I can have it all in one place. Now it’s all in two places.
…sometimes I think I have too many files in my life.
I was actually in bed, about ready to turn out the light, when I remembered this.
I almost didn’t get up, but… well. I can live with missing a day (although I find it amusing and a little saddening that I started missing days when I was on vacation at home, rather than on vacation on the road). I don’t like it, but I can live with missing a day. But missing two days, that just seemed like that start of the end.
Was job-hunting today. It didn’t go very well–a lot of positions that require degrees or years of concentrated experience that I don’t have–but I found a few places to apply. I… keep feeling like I need to find some kind of focus, instead of scrabbling just to find the next job as quickly as I can. But I always end up feeling slightly guilty and ashamed when I do that; I’ve learned to see it as something almost prissy, putting aside one job because another might be better.
I need to stop doing that. There are a lot of jobs out there. There is one day every twenty-four hours, and I should try and at least make sure I’m not doing something that grinds me down to where I’m too tired to think about what I’d like to do. I can afford to look, at least.
 Theoretically. Work with me.
It still feels like Friday. And it’s past 2 a.m. on Saturday morning.
Am home, and since getting home… well, there’s been a lot of late nights and a lot of sleeping in. Until noon, today, in fact.
I don’t like this. I really don’t like the feeling of so much time lost, slipping away. And I’m a bit worried because of how upset I actually was. I’m not sure if it was just the sleeping in and feeling disoriented when I woke up, or being late to take my meds, or what. I mean, I settled down fine for breakfast, but I was really unhappy before then.
I don’t imagine staying up until 2-a.m.-plus today will help either, though.
In other news… well, not much. I’m going to be keeping an eye on my mood, and going back to the job hunt. I made it out to stitch-n-bitch last night, and felt a bit more awkward than usual, but it wore off. And I’m going to set my alarm for tomorrow.
Just about finished catching up on Breaking Bad; the closing music is playing for the end of season four. Brilliant show. Have started watching American Horror Story as well, and am–
Oh holy crap.
Okay. Well. Just saw the end-end of the last episode of season four. Walter, you son of a bitch. That’s brilliant. That fits. It’s horrible.
I highly recommend that show, FTR. Check it out, if you haven’t seen it.