Of Tuesday Twitchery February 12, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 17 commentsI’m all of a fidget. Glad, of course, that The Novel is finished and tucked away for a bit. But I feel all New Year Resolutiony. Restless, you know? There’s so much I want to do but, having just started a new temp job, I sort of feel a bit bleurgh. Not that it’s taxing. Quite the opposite.
I suppose the trouble with temping is that no one expects you to know anything. They know you’re going to be rubbish and gormless and unable to even answer the phone without having a fainting fit. But, because one is so busy trying to get the tricky bits right, one makes a pig’s lug of the simple stuff, therefore appearing even more of a buffoon. To add to my weekday joy, after tomorrow’s buffoonery (including the exciting stunt of carrying some sandwiches, apparently) I have an interview with a country gent who sounds both posh and potty. Heaven help me. Maybe I’ll wear my interview high heels and then carry the sarnies. That’ll show them who’s a spaz. Oh. Oh dear.
So. Anyway. Restlessness. I’m rather missing writing. I want to have too much to do so that I have something proper to moan about. Going to work, photocopying three bits of paper without mishap before coming home again for a little lie down isn’t really doing it in the adrenalin department.
Therefore, this evening, I am going to: learn to play the guitar; learn to speak French; write six short stories for immediate publication; become thin; sort out the rest of my life.
There again, having my stubby little legs bunched up under a desk all day has made them kind of grumpy. Maybe I’ll just have a nice rest first… prepare myself for the interview. Hopefully, this chap won’t be tech-savvy enough to have discovered all my secrets before I get there.
