Thank you, Lehane

Big thanks to Lehane from Buffyworld for making me a lovely promo poster for my fic. It is lovely, and me being such a dunce at photoshopping, I'd never be able to make anything like it for myself.

Thanks, Lehane!

Thank you, Lehane

Big thanks to Lehane from Buffyworld for making me a lovely promo poster for my fic. It is lovely, and me being such a dunce at photoshopping, I'd never be able to make anything like it for myself.

Thanks, Lehane!

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Pay day today. This can only be a good thing. I'm not sure how I got to feel so broke last month, but I did.

Back in work, and fed up with it already. Not the job itself. Mostly my frustration surrounds my Boss. It is...well, frustrating. Because I like my Boss a lot. We get on really well, and overall she's an excellent man manager - far better than any previous boss I've had. But lately it just feels like she's never here, and important issues are piling up that I just can't pin her down to deal with. We've got urgent reports for funders that are outstanding, budget reports left unsigned and therefore unfinalised, and goodness knows what else. And I know that she has an extremely unwieldy brief that requires her to travel here, there and everywhere - but it drives me mad that even when she says she will be in the office she either doesn't turn up at all, or doesn't come in till the afternoon, stays only a couple of hours, and disappears again with most of the outstanding issues untouched. Which leaves me to take all the flak on her behalf, and I don't know what to tell our funders when they call asking where their reports are!

BAH!

She's in Portugal this week. I saw her exactly once last week, and that was for the staff meeting in Aberystwyth and therefore was not an occasion for sorting things out. In fact, I've only seen her in the office about three/four days in the past month, and things are becoming very strained while she's off swanning around with her rich boyfriend.

And we are already short-staffed enough without her being all giddy and irresponsible about her job. We have exactly 11 members of staff in the whole of Wales, and more than half of them are only part-time. Of those 11, we've currently got one with breast cancer off having treatment, one on maternity leave, one about to have fairly major surgery to remove a growth from her womb, and another leaving at the end of the month and not being replaced because of funding restrictions and it being so close to the end of the project anyway. We can't afford the Boss to be mucking around like this.

And I'm really, really not paid enough to pick up her slack.

Feeling very frustrated and disillusioned with it all.

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Pay day today. This can only be a good thing. I'm not sure how I got to feel so broke last month, but I did.

Back in work, and fed up with it already. Not the job itself. Mostly my frustration surrounds my Boss. It is...well, frustrating. Because I like my Boss a lot. We get on really well, and overall she's an excellent man manager - far better than any previous boss I've had. But lately it just feels like she's never here, and important issues are piling up that I just can't pin her down to deal with. We've got urgent reports for funders that are outstanding, budget reports left unsigned and therefore unfinalised, and goodness knows what else. And I know that she has an extremely unwieldy brief that requires her to travel here, there and everywhere - but it drives me mad that even when she says she will be in the office she either doesn't turn up at all, or doesn't come in till the afternoon, stays only a couple of hours, and disappears again with most of the outstanding issues untouched. Which leaves me to take all the flak on her behalf, and I don't know what to tell our funders when they call asking where their reports are!

BAH!

She's in Portugal this week. I saw her exactly once last week, and that was for the staff meeting in Aberystwyth and therefore was not an occasion for sorting things out. In fact, I've only seen her in the office about three/four days in the past month, and things are becoming very strained while she's off swanning around with her rich boyfriend.

And we are already short-staffed enough without her being all giddy and irresponsible about her job. We have exactly 11 members of staff in the whole of Wales, and more than half of them are only part-time. Of those 11, we've currently got one with breast cancer off having treatment, one on maternity leave, one about to have fairly major surgery to remove a growth from her womb, and another leaving at the end of the month and not being replaced because of funding restrictions and it being so close to the end of the project anyway. We can't afford the Boss to be mucking around like this.

And I'm really, really not paid enough to pick up her slack.

Feeling very frustrated and disillusioned with it all.

idiot me

*big sigh*

On my way home from work tonight I got chatted up by some random bloke in Virgin Megastores who asked me out for a drink, and I was so shocked (because that kind of thing just doesn't happen to me) that I said no. And I've been regretting it ever since.

Thing is that he seemed nice, but I'm really never going to know because I shall never see him again. I didn't want to swap numbers because that has worked out badly before. Also, the last time I randomly agreed to have a drink with someone, we had that one date and he instantly started phoning and texting constantly as if we were soulmates or something, and it scared me off. I suppose with hindsight, it would have been okay to say something like, 'how about Starbucks after work on such-and-such a day', but I panicked and just said no. I mean, I might have said yes and regretted that, too - who knows?

I was browsing the sci fi DVDs and we had a conversation about the phasing out of VHS and the pros and cons of DVDs before the asking out thing happened. He's probably a sci fi nerd, and as such would suit me down to the ground! Or, on the other hand, he might have been not so suitable. No way of knowing, because I blew it.

Ah well. Such is life. And pop goes another chance at romance. I think I am cursed.

idiot me

*big sigh*

On my way home from work tonight I got chatted up by some random bloke in Virgin Megastores who asked me out for a drink, and I was so shocked (because that kind of thing just doesn't happen to me) that I said no. And I've been regretting it ever since.

Thing is that he seemed nice, but I'm really never going to know because I shall never see him again. I didn't want to swap numbers because that has worked out badly before. Also, the last time I randomly agreed to have a drink with someone, we had that one date and he instantly started phoning and texting constantly as if we were soulmates or something, and it scared me off. I suppose with hindsight, it would have been okay to say something like, 'how about Starbucks after work on such-and-such a day', but I panicked and just said no. I mean, I might have said yes and regretted that, too - who knows?

I was browsing the sci fi DVDs and we had a conversation about the phasing out of VHS and the pros and cons of DVDs before the asking out thing happened. He's probably a sci fi nerd, and as such would suit me down to the ground! Or, on the other hand, he might have been not so suitable. No way of knowing, because I blew it.

Ah well. Such is life. And pop goes another chance at romance. I think I am cursed.