The front room is finally getting a new rising damp proof wall this week and that has created massive piles of stuff (mainly books) in every other room of my house. But I honestly can't wait to have a nice home to live in. I always wanted to live somewhere nice with nice decorations. Obviously, I wanted to buy a house and that was my intention when I moved to Liverpool then I could deal with any problems with it right away, but the people of Liverpool (much like my relatives) are not very nice and wouldn't leave me alone to work, so I ended up very poor and in a very bad situation.
It is going to be so nice to have a proper home for the first time in my life.
Here's what the wall looks like:
It is going to be so nice to have a proper home for the first time in my life.
Here's what the wall looks like:
As you can see, that is a bit disgusting. Jerk Face went between helping and getting worried. He does not like change at all. And then next weekend (hopefully) I get to put everything back. I'm hoping the housing association are also going to paint. The weekend is only two days long and I won't have the time to both paint and put everything back.
Here's Jerk Face helping:
Here's Jerk Face helping:
The front room isn't the only room being sorted out right now. The last day for internal work on my son's room seems to be the 30th. He has been very ill with trips to the walk in clinic and prescriptions all week. Each time we thought he was getting better, he was fine for a few hours and then suddenly took a bad turn so we were back at the walk in clinic. It was decided he either had one unidentified virus or he had one, it weakened his immune system and then let in a worse unidentified virus. I don't want to jinx anything because he seems to be better now, but after this past week, I don't trust his immune system, but he is showing excitement about his room finally being redone.
About six months after we moved into this house, it started raining in his bedroom. The housing association would send out the roofers. They'd patch it up as best as the housing association would allow, but then within a few weeks, it would be raining in my son's bedroom yet again. It never had the opportunity to dry out because this went on for fucking years. But the housing association have finally approved for the proper repairs to be carried out. That means it can dry out in there and he can finally have his bedroom redone. We moved in when he was around six and he's 13 now so he's a teenager with the damp bedroom of a six year old.
And of course, he needs a new bed and new bedroom furniture. Provided I'm still in the same job, I do have some annual leave in April, so I'm hoping to sort out his bedroom, complete with new bed then.
The room of shame is going to have to wait until next year. After everything I've been through my funds are very low and the room of shame is going to be the most expensive with needing custom built furniture. Unfortunately my woodwork skills are what is called completely non-existent so I can't do that myself and will need to commission some hipster to do it. Plus the furniture will need to be cat safe. A lot of things on rollers that close up aren't cat safe. At least I no longer need to consider small child and cat safe, but I don't want my cats to be crushed beneath furniture. I love my cats. They're the absolute best cats in the entire world. They even gift me big crunchy spiders and leave them on my pillows when they could have eaten those big crunchy spiders.
Here's Jerk Face observing clearing the room:
About six months after we moved into this house, it started raining in his bedroom. The housing association would send out the roofers. They'd patch it up as best as the housing association would allow, but then within a few weeks, it would be raining in my son's bedroom yet again. It never had the opportunity to dry out because this went on for fucking years. But the housing association have finally approved for the proper repairs to be carried out. That means it can dry out in there and he can finally have his bedroom redone. We moved in when he was around six and he's 13 now so he's a teenager with the damp bedroom of a six year old.
And of course, he needs a new bed and new bedroom furniture. Provided I'm still in the same job, I do have some annual leave in April, so I'm hoping to sort out his bedroom, complete with new bed then.
The room of shame is going to have to wait until next year. After everything I've been through my funds are very low and the room of shame is going to be the most expensive with needing custom built furniture. Unfortunately my woodwork skills are what is called completely non-existent so I can't do that myself and will need to commission some hipster to do it. Plus the furniture will need to be cat safe. A lot of things on rollers that close up aren't cat safe. At least I no longer need to consider small child and cat safe, but I don't want my cats to be crushed beneath furniture. I love my cats. They're the absolute best cats in the entire world. They even gift me big crunchy spiders and leave them on my pillows when they could have eaten those big crunchy spiders.
Here's Jerk Face observing clearing the room:
I mentioned whether I'm in the same job above. I'm obviously very actively looking for a new job. A new job, not a new career. Unfortunately, as much as I really enjoyed where I am working, that all changed a few weeks ago.
I did apply for a job that is a bit outside my experience but wouldn't just be a step towards where I wanted to go with my life after graduating but a giant fucking leap in the right direction. So, fingers crossed they either have a slightly more junior position or are willing to take me on for that position but offer training.
Plus, there's some fashion marketing positions floating about, which is more my thing. Most of my fashion experience is in writing feature articles but without access to travelling (fashion week, etc), fashion writing in general is not within my reach beyond marketing positions (which is fine by me because advertising and marketing is why I fucking went to university).
As I have stated repeatedly, I have to work in the field in which I qualified to work in. I did not spend three Hellish extra years living with my mother to not have the career that I went through that to have. Plus those ten years between graduating and the #metoo movement of waking up at 5AM to get stuff done while all the unstable douchebags were still asleep and then arguing with them during the day to back the fuck off me and stop telling me what to do, volunteer me for things I don't want to do, etc so I can do what I want to do. Not only that, but I'm under legal and medical advice to only work in the field I want to work in.
So fucking stop with the goddamn job and careers suggestions. I'm an adult. I've known what I've wanted out of life since my teens. Then my mother and the school fucked that up so I spent a very long time retraining in a different area. If I was to retrain in a different area again, that still wouldn't be good enough. So fuck off. I have to document each incident of people doing that and it is a pain in the arse. Really, just because you don't know what you want out of life or how to be happy and fulfilled, it doesn't mean we're all in that situation so stop projecting and turn you goddamn "help" on yourself.
Unless you see a job in advertising or marketing, I will not apply for it. You are just creating problems for me when I have to deal with you instead of fucking sending my CV out. It is not helpful, it is harmful. And at this stage, I'm going to start phoning the police and reporting the people doing it for harassment. Crossing somebody's well established boundaries is not helpful behaviour regardless of how you try to frame it. It is quite fucking predatory and it only creates stress and problems and leaves me vulnerable to further sexual harassment with creeps trying to play the goddamn hero. I've danced that dance before, quite a lot of those years between graduating and #metoo.
Obviously with a sick child, two rooms in my house being sorted out, finishing a short story, writing another, working on We Gave the World Synthpop Dreams and applying for jobs, I haven't added another page to my Google and AI pages. I will get around to it. I was going to do it on my day off, but I was at the walk in clinic with my child once again. I was also going to have a note of this extra stress put on my medical records that day, but walk in clinic sick child.
I also skipped Story Time this week and probably will next week as well. Then, now that my son is hopefully better, he keeps asking for everything all at once. And I have to keep explaining to him that it isn't fucking possible. And yes, that sucks, but I am doing the best I can to fix things and make them the way they should have been from the time before he was born.
And on that thought, I'm going to go work on one of my projects. As I've said before, I shouldn't have to share everything I am working on. Just always assume that I am working on something, dealing with my house or recharging for the next project. I am never bored. I always have plenty to do and I need time for rest. So don't project your goddamn writer's block or boredom or loneliness or whatever onto me. I have had enough of dealing with that as well, especially while I have so much going on in my life right now.
Here's one of the numerous piles of books scattered around my house:
I did apply for a job that is a bit outside my experience but wouldn't just be a step towards where I wanted to go with my life after graduating but a giant fucking leap in the right direction. So, fingers crossed they either have a slightly more junior position or are willing to take me on for that position but offer training.
Plus, there's some fashion marketing positions floating about, which is more my thing. Most of my fashion experience is in writing feature articles but without access to travelling (fashion week, etc), fashion writing in general is not within my reach beyond marketing positions (which is fine by me because advertising and marketing is why I fucking went to university).
As I have stated repeatedly, I have to work in the field in which I qualified to work in. I did not spend three Hellish extra years living with my mother to not have the career that I went through that to have. Plus those ten years between graduating and the #metoo movement of waking up at 5AM to get stuff done while all the unstable douchebags were still asleep and then arguing with them during the day to back the fuck off me and stop telling me what to do, volunteer me for things I don't want to do, etc so I can do what I want to do. Not only that, but I'm under legal and medical advice to only work in the field I want to work in.
So fucking stop with the goddamn job and careers suggestions. I'm an adult. I've known what I've wanted out of life since my teens. Then my mother and the school fucked that up so I spent a very long time retraining in a different area. If I was to retrain in a different area again, that still wouldn't be good enough. So fuck off. I have to document each incident of people doing that and it is a pain in the arse. Really, just because you don't know what you want out of life or how to be happy and fulfilled, it doesn't mean we're all in that situation so stop projecting and turn you goddamn "help" on yourself.
Unless you see a job in advertising or marketing, I will not apply for it. You are just creating problems for me when I have to deal with you instead of fucking sending my CV out. It is not helpful, it is harmful. And at this stage, I'm going to start phoning the police and reporting the people doing it for harassment. Crossing somebody's well established boundaries is not helpful behaviour regardless of how you try to frame it. It is quite fucking predatory and it only creates stress and problems and leaves me vulnerable to further sexual harassment with creeps trying to play the goddamn hero. I've danced that dance before, quite a lot of those years between graduating and #metoo.
Obviously with a sick child, two rooms in my house being sorted out, finishing a short story, writing another, working on We Gave the World Synthpop Dreams and applying for jobs, I haven't added another page to my Google and AI pages. I will get around to it. I was going to do it on my day off, but I was at the walk in clinic with my child once again. I was also going to have a note of this extra stress put on my medical records that day, but walk in clinic sick child.
I also skipped Story Time this week and probably will next week as well. Then, now that my son is hopefully better, he keeps asking for everything all at once. And I have to keep explaining to him that it isn't fucking possible. And yes, that sucks, but I am doing the best I can to fix things and make them the way they should have been from the time before he was born.
And on that thought, I'm going to go work on one of my projects. As I've said before, I shouldn't have to share everything I am working on. Just always assume that I am working on something, dealing with my house or recharging for the next project. I am never bored. I always have plenty to do and I need time for rest. So don't project your goddamn writer's block or boredom or loneliness or whatever onto me. I have had enough of dealing with that as well, especially while I have so much going on in my life right now.
Here's one of the numerous piles of books scattered around my house: