Everything at once...

So the job, the move, and a whole bunch of other small things. Plus one really important even on which I don't really feel I have a right to comment. Those who need to will say their piece, and I'll leave it at that.

I've handled some of the administrative crap for the move. About half of it, in fact.

I'm nowhere near as ready with my packing as I'd like to be (hence the procrastinating with LJ —you can always tell how far behind on a project I am by the number of LJ posts I make: I think it's roughly proportional ^_-). If all goes well, I should have the kitchen and libraries ready to move by tomorrow.

That leaves linens and clothes to move on Thursday, and then on Saturday the actual furniture.

Oh, yeah, I got a temp job for this Friday and all of next week, at the Banque Nationale. After that there may be a permanent opening in a firm that specializes in training interviewers. I have a phone interview to complete sometime before Friday.

Turns out my former employers (the scaffolding people) lied through their fucking teeth to my agency, and told them I had difficulties in French (French! hah!) and couldn't understand the clients, and then had the gall to blame a $18,000 mistake on me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when they told me that. (There's a long story behind the $18,000 mistake, but the short version is that the only thing I was guilty of was transcribing exactly what they told me to transcribe, and the mistake was corrected before being sent off to the client).

Luckily for me, my agency knows me well enough by now to figure out that my boss was psychotic and probably on crack or something. We had a nice long chat in their office today, and everything was straightened out.

Honestly, though. Is it necessary to lie about me? Why the need to besmirch my character? (not to mention criticize my French. Sheesh.) There was no call for that. We could all have behaved like responsible adults instead of stooping to a sandbox-level of shit-slinging.

Okay. Enough ranting. Good riddance to 'em. :::rolls eyes:::

I am so behind on everything! ::: wail:::

Dramatic irony...

Dramatic irony rules.

When you say "We should be safe enough in here," that's dramatic irony.

When you worry that the brain-sucking aliens can drill through walls, and three seconds later they do, that's dramatic irony.

When you worry that the brain-sucking aliens can drill through walls, and five minutes later they do, that's foreshadowing.

*wriggle* *sluuuurp* *POP*

Brain-sucking aliens! Yay!



I am not thinking about a modern-day Grail Quest. No. Absolutely not.

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Dammit.