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Jun. 8th, 2010 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220Starting to really dislike spending time waiting around in the new building for various workmen. The place is so crazy dusty I always come back with a really horrible sore throat that just won't shift. Have one right now, in fact. Am drinking neat gin to numb it and because I realy like gin. Busy day otherwise, which kept me out of the office on the most part, which is a good thing because... well, yeah. Office politics hitting an all-time high at the moment.
Stuck without a car tomorrow though. It's going in for its partial re-test for the MOT. Not the most convenient time but I'm guessing I'll be stuck at the office most of tomorrow anyway. Phone-voice is on holiday and office-boy called in this morning with food poisoning from some dodgy chicken he ate somewhere last night so they were insanely short-staffed today.
*makes vague, not-pleased noises*
Got blind-fitters Thursday at least, and a commercial boiler specialist Monday and carpet cleaners Tuesday that I had to re-schedule due to the minor fact that until the boiler is serviced we don't have any hot water in that building.
Tomorrow's empty though, which will guarentee being a crap day. I can overlook the shitiness of the job in general so long as I'm busy. It's when I'm not doing anything that I start getting twitchy.
Semi-unrelatedly-ish, some long-time readers may rememeber I had a couple of paintings in the gallery in town on a sale-or-return basis. Well they'd been there for a couple of years, the guy who hung them originally sold up and left over a year ago, and today they were finally returned.
I'm thinking of whiting over them and using them for something I actually *want* to paint, as opposed to an abstract concept he (erroniously) believed would be more marketable.
Lesson from this- never listen to art dealers, and paint from the guts. Because you don't sell much either way but at least one is creatively satisfying.
Even more unrelatedly, I need eye-candy. Leik woah. I really, achingly, need Mr Huu to do a new professional photoshoot. Paparazzi pics are all well and good but they kind of lack on the posed semi-pornographic "Behold! My crotch!" nature of most mag shoots.
Stuck without a car tomorrow though. It's going in for its partial re-test for the MOT. Not the most convenient time but I'm guessing I'll be stuck at the office most of tomorrow anyway. Phone-voice is on holiday and office-boy called in this morning with food poisoning from some dodgy chicken he ate somewhere last night so they were insanely short-staffed today.
*makes vague, not-pleased noises*
Got blind-fitters Thursday at least, and a commercial boiler specialist Monday and carpet cleaners Tuesday that I had to re-schedule due to the minor fact that until the boiler is serviced we don't have any hot water in that building.
Tomorrow's empty though, which will guarentee being a crap day. I can overlook the shitiness of the job in general so long as I'm busy. It's when I'm not doing anything that I start getting twitchy.
Semi-unrelatedly-ish, some long-time readers may rememeber I had a couple of paintings in the gallery in town on a sale-or-return basis. Well they'd been there for a couple of years, the guy who hung them originally sold up and left over a year ago, and today they were finally returned.
I'm thinking of whiting over them and using them for something I actually *want* to paint, as opposed to an abstract concept he (erroniously) believed would be more marketable.
Lesson from this- never listen to art dealers, and paint from the guts. Because you don't sell much either way but at least one is creatively satisfying.
Even more unrelatedly, I need eye-candy. Leik woah. I really, achingly, need Mr Huu to do a new professional photoshoot. Paparazzi pics are all well and good but they kind of lack on the posed semi-pornographic "Behold! My crotch!" nature of most mag shoots.
