Of Spooky Serendipity January 2, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal, Novel , 32 commentsYou may find this hard to believe, but I’ve actually written some words in between the bursts of festive jollification. I’ve writted and writted and writted.
I’ve also done some stamping about and moaning.
‘What’s the point of writing anyway? Come 3rd January I’ll be boring myself to death, working in a crappy building society. It’s going to be rubbish, especially when I tell customers they can only give me money in multiples of ten cos I can’t count properly except on my fingers. I don’t want to go to horrid work. I don’t I don’t I don’t! I’m nearly at 80% - just another couple of weeks and I’d be finished. Waaaaaaaaaaaah.’
Lovely bf was, as always, most helpful in his wise words.
‘You’d better get on with it then, hadn’t you? You have to go to work or we will be poor and be forced to eat Safeway Saver food which is not right for the Posh Island Princess.’
New Year Resolution number 1: Scowl grumpily and think more mean thoughts about lovely bf.
On New Year’s Eve, just half an hour after my tearful tirade, the temp agency called. My three-month building society sentence had been cancelled – they’d just forgotten to mention it.
I am poor. I have no money and no work in the pipeline. But. I’ve been given the chance to get this thing finished and you know what? I’m bloody well going to do it. And you know what else? It’s going to snow tomorrow.
2008 appears to be rather spiffy and whizzy. Thank goodness for that eh?
