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clientsfromhell:

Client: I don’t think of our company as a brand.

Me: Well, we’re providing an organized service to a wide client base under a singular banner. The company is absolutely a brand.

Client: I don’t know… I think of companies like Nikon and Canon as a brand. They put their names on things. What do we put our name on? I just don’t think we’re a brand.

Me: What if I made you a t-shirt with the company name on it?

Client: Well, that would change everything.

Ill ill ill ill ill ill ILL FUCK’S SAKE BODY.

Think I have a tonsil stone. If my throat doesn’t feel normal by Monday morning I’m off to the doc’s to get it yanked out (I hope this is something he can do … whatever it is, it’s lodged(?) in my lingual tonsil on the right side, i.e. the ones behind your tongue in your throat that nobody realises are there).

That said it may just be that the thing is swollen up now, so maybe it’ll go down. Maybe everything will happily resolve itself in my sleep this evening, by either diminishing in size, dislodging, or violently killing me so I don’t have to put up with being so irritated by my crappy body any more. :3 :3 :3

On the plus side, my combined retainer and the payments I’m getting for Working Tax Credit would hypothetically cover rent, bills and food each month. So if ANY of the several jobs on the horizon come through, we’re in “being able to move out” territory, which will fix ALL OF THE PROBLEMS.

Coffee! :3 Am in Redroaster again.

Have been extremely chilled today. I swear to God I was stoned til about 9 last night, so it’s sort of nice to veg out in sobriety. The boyfriend is on his way … looking forward to snuggles!

Had an irritating e-mail this morning. There is a difference between “we find the price a little high” and “we just want to pay less money for this”: the former is a reasonable consideration in circumstances where I’m not working for 60% of market average, and the latter is what you actually mean when you say the former. Let’s be honest.

Last night was fun. Delicious cake, delicious pho, only half remembered through giggling and dizziness.

DELICIOUS CAEK. My mate is a baking wizard. :3

Woke up at like … 1:30pm, went back to bed, got up again at like 3:30pm so basically my entire day has been spent in wintry darkness. Sort of feels like the house has been plunged into the ocean and we’ve sunk past where light reaches.

Turns out the horrible queen is a secondary school teacher!

Will wonders not cease?!

Sat in Redroaster café in Brighton, tumblin’ from my phone, awwww yeahhhhh.

So yeah, turns out the government will quite happily give me just over £200 a month because of how much I ended up earning last year. They count hours spent on business development (i.e. working for myself, unpaid) as full worked hours for the benefit calculation, which was the only potential impediment to the moolah.

Sat next to a horrible, obnoxious fag talking about “oh I was perving on a 17 year old at a mate’s wedding, but obviously that’s illegal so titter titter titter”, when it hasn’t been the case for like a decade. The guy looks about 18. What the fuck is wrong with people, why aren’t people informed about what being gay entails? Why do so few people know the state of affairs, and our history?

Today I will do the following:

• Go for a run
• Shower
• Ring the Tax Credits people and find out if I’m to be slightly richer
• Go into town and shout at O2
• Pick up the rest of my prescriptions/some OTC stuff
• Meet Alfediary at the station or in town or whatever
• Cook delicious magical things with special ingredients
• ????
• PROFIT!

Possibly also some more blog customization?? WHO KNOWS. Go crazy.

clientsfromhell:

http://www.hurtownia-kontakt.pl/

I have three phones because at any given moment one of them will always be broken. Blackberry trackpad is sluggish as fuck. Joy. O2 store tomorrow then!

Ffffffffff.

So my replacement Orange Rio II came this evening, to go with my Blackberry Curve 9300 (my new work phone because Orange fucking suck balls) and my HTC Desire (my personal phone). I’d just get rid of the Rio, but the number is the number on my business cards. And I’d transfer the number on the Rio to the Blackberry, but the number on the Blackberry is far easier to say and remember, so probably would be better for business.

I am a man with two work phones, and a third, auxiliary phone.

Somehow, I have become a massive tosser.

I figure that more for posterity than anything else (and to free up some of my own headspace) I should make a blog post about how life is going, re: the major things in it. So:

Work is frustrating as all hell. I am so eager to work you would not believe it, but I am having a difficult time getting to grips with things. I’ve deliberately tried to take it slower than usual because I’ve been struggling with being a mad bastard, but there are 3 juicy, lucrative contracts that the firm paying me my retainer are keen to give me that … just, won’t break over the bulwark of lawyers and managerial ineptitude. It’s possible I’ll be £7,000 up by the end of November if they actually DO break some time soon, but for now I’m sitting twiddling, champing at the bit.

Money situation is likewise, obviously, a bit grim. Am due a tax rebate of about half a grand but realistically that’s going to be swallowed up the second I get it on necessities. I need new equipment because I’m not really able to do my job properly or efficiently on a Macbook (Pro? No, just a Macbook), but there’s no way that I can currently afford it and my major clients — who have offered to buy it for me — aren’t running at an operating cash surplus right now.

Fitness-wise, I’m frustrated with myself because my job is so sedentary that I’m not losing the weight that I put on over the last year (cheers, brain). If I had a reason to go into town, e.g. if I rented a desk in a shared office to work at or something, or could spend my time in nice quiet cafés, I’d be walking every day and the stuff would naturally fall off … but I have no legitimate reason to go out of the house most days, couldn’t afford to spend the money on coffee even if I did, and the rest of the time I DO emerge from my grim lair it’s to socialise (i.e. eat) with friends. I’d estimate that I’m about 20 times less active than I was when I was in Sheffield (seriously), but it’s looking more and more like I’m going to have to deliberately crowbar exercise into my life in short bursts, like I don’t want to do, until the financial situation improves.

Relationship status: thankfully, happy and partnered and cuddly. :) So that’s a big plus.

It feels like … success is inevitable, just I’m tasked with surviving this agonising waiting period before I get it. I’m in a holding pattern, and I hate it.

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