Sunday, June 09, 2013

I hate Sundays

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if it wasn’t 90 degrees in this house, i’d be wearing a shock blanket, too

Normal people hate Sundays because it means they have to go back to work on Monday. I hate Sundays because it means J has to go back to work and I’m left here.

Alone.

Sundays always tend to find me in a really bad space because of that.

I’m in such a bad place, that I broke down earlier…

J was going grocery shopping and he asked me what I wanted. I pretty much screamed, “I WANT A FUCKING JOB!”

From there it went from bad to worse as I laid the following out for him:

I have a second interview with the industry place on Tuesday. I know - this is a TERRIBLE thing. How DARE they ask me back?!

The interview I was supposed to have on Friday for the Cost job has not yet been rescheduled.

The second interview - if there is one for the retirement place - won’t be until next week. Possibly. Or the week after.

Still no word from the hotel place regarding a second.

Let’s not forget, I passed up a second. (Granted, a place I didn’t want to work at, but still…)

My biggest fear now is that, because of shitty timing, I’ll be offered the job at the industry place before I know about any other position I might be the least bit interested in (i.e., the cost job, or the retirement place). It’s what happened when I took that temp job in March. I took the one that sounded good, that offered first, because I got twitchy about being stuck at home. In the end, I missed out on a second, and a first interview at two different places that would have probably been much better fits.

I don’t want to make the wrong choice.

I’m TERRIFIED to make the wrong choice.

How the hell am I supposed to get past this and trust myself?!?!

Posted by Matty on 06/09 at 06:54 PM
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I’m in John Finnemore’s sandbox!

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CABINLOCK!

I’ve decided that my next foray into fan fiction would be “Cabin Pressure”.  The pilots like to play a lot of word games, and coming up with my own has been a right bitch.

I’ve decided to steal an idea from CP and have the pilots do cabin addresses using Stephen King’s works instead of Hitchcock’s.

Here’s the original:
DOUGLAS: Hello, my name is First Officer Douglas Richardson. On behalf of the captain and myself, a warm welcome aboard this MJN flight to Qikiqtarjuaq. Just to let you know, we will be flying out from Toronto today, roughly “North by Northwest,” at the “Vertigo”-inducing height of twenty thousand feet, way above “The Birds.” You will already have met your purser today, Carolyn “Rebecca” “Topaz,” but now, as “The Lady Vanishes” behind the “Torn Curtain” into the galley, the steward will hold you “Spellbound” with his “Notorious” demonstration of “The Thirty-Nine Steps” to a safe evacuation, though these basically boil down to three: pull the “Rope,” inflate the “Lifeboat,” and escape through the “Rear Window.” (Huge thanks to the folks at The Cabin Pressure Livejournal Community for posting the transcripts, including this one from Qikiqtarjuaq. In case you haven’t noticed, I have an unhealthy fascination with this episode.)

Here’s my attempt:
DOUGLAS: Good morning to our favourite passengers, Arthur ‘Cujo’ Shappey, and Ms. ‘Dolores Claiborne’. My name is First Officer Douglas Richardson, and I’ve just come off ‘The Night Shift’ where I flew over ‘The Green Mile’ with my co-pilot, your Captain and ‘The Apt Pupil’ himself, Martin Crieff. Today, our ‘Skeleton Crew’ will be flying in the direction of ‘The Shining’ sun en route to the lovely city of Gay Paris. Whilst in Paris, we will be parking the aeroplane ‘Under the Dome’ near ‘The Dark Tower’ of Orly Airport. As it is a daytime flight, we will unfortunately be landing at half noon instead of ‘Four Past Midnight’. I do hope the unending boredom of a cargo flight doesn’t create a sense of ‘Desperation’ and turn you into a ‘Firestarter’.

Dude, this shit is hard work, even with the characters handed to you on a silver platter. Plus, you know… the whole having to write English pilots as English pilots thing. At least I got some practice writing “It Was Always There”, and I can choose a UK English dictionary so my spelling isn’t completely atrocious. My Google searches have become ridiculous… For a country that started out speaking British English, we’ve gone ahead and made a fucking mess of it. (Of course, in changing my Mac to accept the UK dictionary as the default, I’ve managed to change the American pound (hashtag) symbol to the symbol for the British pound (currency) as well. *sigh* It’s not worth looking to see if I can fix it, but it is a bit annoying.)

HOWEVER, I am impressed as fuck with myself for not needing to look up any of Stephen King’s works to do that cabin address. So there’s that in my favor.

(My little Johnlock - while not breaking any hits/comments/kudos/favorites records - has received nothing but positive feedback. w00t!!!!! I don’t want to post the link here out of shyness/stupidity, but I suppose if you search fanfiction.net or AO3 for “wendellgee” you’ll stumble upon it.)

*And again… I don’t own “Cabin Pressure”. I just like playing in Mr. Finnemore’s sandbox and should he choose to steal my little Stephen King cabin address… well, let’s just say I’d be too busy jumping up and down shouting “BRILLIANT!” to hire a solicitor.*

Posted by Matty on 06/09 at 01:22 PM
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