NaNoWri/Remo

NaNoWriMo starts again tomorrow: I finally managed to kick it last year with a sub-par-rushed-to-finish entry, and this year… I’m not going to even start. I don’t have that key plot point I had last year – a single image/scene to work off – so I’m not bothering.

On the other hand, NaNoReMo (Reading as opposed to Writing) starts as well – and I know I can kick that one’s ass from dusk to dawn and back again.

more blah

more of the same, again.

I want to remember the days when I had something to reach for – someone perhaps? – that made me rise up. I want to be sucked into an unreality, something that has me rushing home to do something other than wander the net again.

Maybe that’s it – maybe breaking the cycle of  the same little world is what’s needed. Change. Shift.

Maybe I just want to go home, now.

Post-Interview

So obviously I can’t talk about what happened, but I think it went alright. I didn’t trip over any taboo areas, didn’t spill on anything, and ended up being less nervous than the interview subject :)

On the other hand, now my boss thinks I can do it -_-; I find more and more that the process of getting ahead at work is about stumbling into areas that you could potentially do (and potentially scares the pants off you) and having a go above everything, more so than drawing on the allegedly vast pools of knowledge that I was supposed to have come out of university with.

Someone warned me about this, but I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention.

Further reason to stay in a tropical zone

Yesterday, as I’m about to go for a shower, I go downstairs to check if the boiler is on, the water hot – that’s one thing that London certainly does differently, unlike in Sydney where I just have hot water all the time – and I find my housemate peering into a tiny little hole on the front of the box.

“Hey mate, what’s up?”

“The little blue light… what do you call it?”

“The pilot light?”

“Yeah, yeah! It’s not there. I think that’s why the water isn’t warming.”

“Yeah, crap.”

So yeah. No boiler. Approaching a London winter. The phrase “Up shit creek,” and “No paddle to speak of,” comes to mind.

Cold (perhaps freezing would be more appropriate?) shower this morning, no idea how long it’ll take to fix. Living in these temperate zones is so overrated. Give me sub-tropical or tropical any day.

Advice on Buying a Coat

When buying a coat, remember to consider the following:

  • Pockets. Proper pockets you can really jam you hands into. You can’t imagine how important this is until it’s 7:30 in the morning and there’s a bit of a breeze blowing.
  • Check that it fits over your usual work stuff. A coat is not a substitute for your standard suit jacket.
  • Make sure it’s longer than your usual suit length! Nothing like a short coat to make you look a fool.
  • Check you can button it up so that little draughts can’t get in, coz that’s baaaaad.
  • Side-slits to get at your pants-pockets would be useful, though.
  • Check that it’s not going to whimp out in the rain, or whatever cheap-imitation-of you may have in your town.
  • Be prepared to spend money (When I saw a £1000 suit from a non-designer brand, that freaked me a little)

My best piece of advice though?

  • Move some where you’ll never need it. Like Singapore.

:)