{ the boiler keeps THUNKING & my dad's all, it's expanding, & I'm like, what, ALL THE TIME?!?! }

So, my new job (am I still allowed to call it that six weeks in?) is non-stop, albeit in the best of ways. This week my co-worker was, unfortunately, unwell, but it did mean that I had the opportunity to start to direct my own workload. My work environment is incredibly deadline driven, which is fine save for the part where my deadlines are constantly in flux. When your deadlines are business driven, and the business is always changing, your deadlines are a little translucent at best.

Unlike at Cambs I can go whole hours without twiddling my thumbs, and I love it. A lot of it involves dealing with minutiae - checking copy, making amendments, making sure draft and live systems match up - but some of it involves using flash and building products, and it's all very interesting and engaging. My commute is so, so much easier, and some days I am absolutely shattered by day end, but, but, but. I love it. I am doing ACTUAL THINKING sometimes. It's brilliant.

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On Friday I went to see Rock of Ages which is a hilarious but terrible excuse-to-play-80s-rock masquerading as a musical. We were in the second row (inadvisable), and I left with about a tonne of glitter in my hair. Amazing.

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This weekend I watched Doctor Who (in sum: LOVED IT), Island (made me sadface), booked tickets for various things at London Film Festival (OH MY GOD ABI MORGAN), and had a lot of feelings about Merlin which is back very, very soon.

And tonight? Spooks, the beginning of the end. GOSH. WHAT THE HELL.

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GUYS. If I were less (more?) lame, I would tell you all about the shittonne of other stuff that is going on in my life, but I don't want to linger overmuch on the fuckery at this point in time. Suffice it to say, if someone offers you German poetry as the answer to every fucking thing in your life, FIRE THEM. THEY ARE THE WORST.

Other things I am not talking about: my femgenficathon entry. Nope. Not doing it.