Down the Rabbit hole... again

Along with Floatykatja, over the last few weeks I have been having an adventure at the National Theatre, orchestrated by the mysterious Rabbit. It reached its dramatic conclusion on Saturday night in a flurry of biscuits and temperamental radios and shadows and magic. It was brilliant, and bewildering, and quite, quite barmy.

I went home feeling rather sad that the adventure was all over. Back to boring old reality.

However...

www.irabbit.org/selfassembly

Oh my. It looks like adventure is back on the menu. Who's with me?
5.9.06 16:28


Money, money, money

I've been asking for a payrise from the Powers That Be here at Clerkenwell Towers for a while now. To fill you in on the background, I took a big paycut a while back so I could job-share with my mate Rooster. But this arrangement only lasted about 6 months, after which he disappeared up North to concentrate on cutting an album with his band. Therefore, I was working full-time on a part-time salary. What's more, I was being paid for doing reception work when I was also doing PA stuff, and facilities stuff, and all sorts of other things.

It all came to a head when a temp agency (the one that got me this job in the first place) gave me a booklet that showed average salaries for administrative workers in London. It turned out that I was being paid the same as a receptionist in a small suburban doctor's surgery.

Clerkenwell Towers isn't a small suburban doctor's surgery. It's a big, US-owned media company.

It became clear to me that maybe I wasn't being paid enough.

Now, many months after I first asked for a bit more money, the financial controller came over to me with a smile on his face.

"You're going to love me," he said. "I've got you your pay rise".

And he named a figure that was five thousand pounds more per year than I currently earn. I squealed in delight.

"There's more," he said, smile widening. "They're backdating your payrise."

"From when?"

"From February 1st."

 

Oh.

My.

God!

 

I'm so happy, I could puke. This month's pay packet is going to be a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you.

Join me in a celebratory dance.
20.9.06 13:27


And so the spending begins...

Mmmm, shiny. And sharp.

No more hacking away in the kitchen with old, blunt knives for me.
22.9.06 13:47


You spell it A-N-A-L

I just bought something that has the potential to change my life forever.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you THE DRAWER ORGANISER!

All my knickers and socks now have their own little home, and finding a specific pair of pants is now simplicity itself. And putting my smalls away has never been so thrilling.

I showed my re-organised underwear drawer to Trilby. I think he took this as a sign that my mental health was deteriorating. I will have to tread carefully, lest he call the men in white coats. But at least I will be wearing co-ordinating underwear when they take me away.

 

Incidentally, those aren't my knickers in that picture. I don't own any lilac underwear. My knicker drawer is a vision in black lace. All very demure though (I keep the kinky stuff elsewhere...).
29.9.06 14:20