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Annoying thing: Those itches that are SOMEWHERE on your body but don't correctly register where they are with the bit of your brain that keeps track of these things, so there's no relief for them even after you've spent ten minutes hopefully poking bits of yourself in case that's where it's hiding. "Not there. Not there. Not there. Not there. Not there. Dammit." --- Plans are being made. This doesn't remove the underlying problem, namely that I'm a great big dumbhead who didn't get any higher education due to being stuck in the Valleys where education is sort of a thing that happens to other areas, but plans are being made. I've been at L&G for, oh, eight years nearly to the day. It's crippling me. It's already killed my work ethic and removed most of my ability to muster up the enthusiasm to do anything, and the constant air of 'everything you do isn't enough' is just exacerbating the problem. So. I'm chucking it in. This is without a doubt hugely irresponsible, but it's been a long time coming. I'm going to stockpile all the money I can over the next two months, and all other things being equal I'm giving my notice in July, with a view to leaving just after my birthday. Then I am going to go and sit on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) velos in the SF Bay Area for a few months, to see how that goes and generally unwind and see if my head starts working again. Lots of running in the sun. Lots of lounging around being fanned with palm leaves. Lots of socialising. That sort of thing. Meantime, terrana will be maintaining the place here, so I have somewhere to come back to when the visa waiver plan expels me like some sort of simile for a thing that is expelled. What will happen then is all sort of up in the air and needs more information. Not having concrete plans in place is scary and new - I tend to think ahead where I can, at least in the medium term (for all I preach red-mage-like flexibility in the extreme-short-term) and it's all just a bit odd. --- I'm excited, and terrified, and there's that strange sensation of not-quite-rightness that greets the cessation of any particular habit, even one that's unhealthy. But by and large, despite the fact that there's a niggling little voice in the back of my mind telling me what a bad idea this is and trying to talk me out of it, I'm just going to do it anyhow, because I spend far too much time trying to look after things that are really outside my control and it's time to stop. --- Uh, yeah. In six months' time when I'm whining about how stupid I was to do all this, you can throw stuff at me. Tags: bigskies, bluh bluh, self-actualisation
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The time I spent in Seattle with kistaro, wyrdryn, goldkin and t'sChillin was some of the most restful I can remember having. There wasn't a great deal of particularly anything happening at any one time, but there was no real pressure to be running around doing all the things. I was introduced to gyros and discovered they are almost entirely like doner kebabs. I learned the joys of Tetris without a grid to snap to. I got to calmly roam a bookshop whose selling point is that all their books are half-price - and I didn't buy more than two or three books. So proud! And while I'm still terrible at Race for the Galaxy, but I can vaguely hold my own in SSBB now, it transpires. I also learned that kistaro is the Best Person. --- By contrast, California started off slow and cosy with velos, quickly escalated into Convention Time, and passed in a relative whirl of activity. It was a remarkably liberating experience. I spent a lot of the time just people-watching and kind of soaking up the air of excitement that permeated. Many thanks to skywize for ferrying-about and making things smoother for everyone, and to a huge long list of people for just sort of being incredibly nifty and allowing me to nudge and pounce and poke and tickle and sometimes headslap. It was good for me, I think. I got up and danced at the Dead Dog Dance that happened on the last day, and even got the lazy green doing it too. I bought a few nifty things, a pretty print, a few buttons... I got to meet a few artists I have a great deal of respect for, and they were a lot less scary than I imagined them to be. What's really worrying is that I'm somewhat actively considering going back next year. That I wasn't expecting at all. --- The remainder of the week that followed was quiet. But the good sort of quiet for the most part, leaving aside persistant headaches and the fact that the water in Fremont is so ridiculously hard that my skin started falling off every time I had a shower. Luckily I had a large tube of E45 to hand! Velos as always is good to lounge around with, lean on, and gnaw occasionally, and show movies to in the spaces between gryphon- and dragon-bothering and sitting on sproutchk. And beer. Not for me, though! (Sprout's cats own me now. Her chicken is delicious however, and her nest comfy and full of warmth. And bloop.) --- Now, I need to re-adjust to the UK, to work, to the cycles of home. Back to life, back to reality. Groo. --- I have too many tags. Tags: bigskies, california, fc, trips
Current Mood:  calm
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I've been using a Chrome extension called Must Stache lately, after being told of its existance by the rather lovely kistaro. It's an amusing little thing - it hooks into the rather powerful facial recognition API at http://www.face.com/ and adds little moustaches to the faces that show up in your web pages. This in itself is a funny and entirely gratuitous use of which I fully approve. Of course, there are moments of hilarity that have ensued, such as this and this, but today came the ( crowning moment: )This is a little, little thing but it's completely turned my day (which was starting off pretty damn horrible and shouty and angry and frustratey) around. :D (I am increasingly easily amused. This one I felt like sharing as an excuse to post something. Sorry!) Tags: giggles
Current Mood: amused
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Today, on the way home, I got a call from a frantic terrana, beginning "You're not going to believe this; there's someone from Swalec here." Yes. I did not believe it. The guy was there threatening to install a prepaid electricity meter at a cost of approximately £300, if we didn't pay a £600 outstanding balance on the account. The account which, after two months of fighting over up until the start of September, I was told was closed with no outstanding balance, because I haven't been with Swalec for almost eighteen months. The confusion stems from the meters and how they're set up at this property (which is split into three flats), as well as the UK energy suppliers' rather slipshod method of Not Bothering To Check Anything And Hoping. I've only ever given one meter reference as ours, but somehow they've managed to confuse it with three seperate properties over the life of my account with them, and have on several occasions made similar threats. Anyhow. I talked to the guy (from Derby train station), and explained how he could put in the meter but I wouldn't pay for it and would be talking to the energy ombudsman at the first opportunity. He phoned that in to his dispatcher and was told not to proceed, which shows that at least the names of the regulatory authorities still carry a bit of weight amidst these strong-arm tactics. But he'll be back next Monday with a court order. Thusly, tomorrow will be spent in rather interesting phone calls. I need to call both British Gas (who claim to have migrated the account over to them as of May 2010) to verify their side of things, and Swalec (who at the start of September told me the account I had with them had been fully closed) to get an explanation for why, after confirming no balance, they then made no further communications until this gentleman arrived today. I need to call OfGem and run it by them, to find out how they'd recommend proceeding. I will also likely need to get the £600 outstanding balance paid off (although I need to get Swalec to send me an itemised bill of what that includes, because I am sure as shit not paying the two £30 callout charges for the people who showed up to read the meter and to threaten us). I have no problem with paying what I've used, and never have, but I want to know the basis they have for charging it first. Then I need to research new energy suppliers and get switched over, since evidently both Swalec and British Gas are dangerously incompetant. --- This does mean that I get to be the spokesperson for my own personal annoyance: Furries who get fursuits or commissions or go to cons instead of paying their bills! Since the £600, while available, will neatly wipe out the fund I had put aside for visiting velos for FC in January. I may be able to scrape it all back together by the end of November, but by then plane tickets will have likely almost doubled in price (as they seem to do), so that may well have to be called off. --- All in all, a rather lovely end to a weekend spent in Derby. That at least was good fun, and seeing jencen is always a mighty plus. Thanks again, hon. Tags: annoyances
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