Day 576: Bouffant

Two fat and full days, back to back. Root, toot! 

Flapper

Fabulous, stressful experience of running a day's assessment centre for the first time yesterday - always a bit of a haul, but very satisfying in the end. I enjoyed it, and it turned out to be easier than I'd thought. Great. It's gone the other way in the past. And I was high status enough, and then some. I can go in gentler. Phew

Lovely people. Delightful to see Barbara and Andrew again. Both showed me proud pictures of their dogs today. Almost identical, both the dogs and their affectionate pride. Gorgeous Sean had the same face as he showed us his comatose cat, flat on her back with one arm draped over his computer keyboard. Aaah, pets. I love them. I growled involuntarily today, a number of times, just thinking about my next go on munchable Aristotle. Rrruurrruufrrhfhhf. In a good way. 

Dog

That was followed by lovely people at the venue inviting me to use the public printer, which meant my portfolio fattened up something rich before my 'job interview'. I really enjoyed that. I don't know why I used inverted commas. It really was one, only I don't want that kind of a job. I'd LOVE the work, though, so here's some trust that something good will come of this. 

Bouffon Bastard Red Bastard. Bastard.

I was a grumpy old fuckcheeks at my rehearsal. It's funny - one of the best groups ever to play with, but I find the rehearsals frustrating. Ah well. I'm also dreading my bouffon course. I hate how shittily unfunny I am. Gaaahhh! Ah well. Nobody's forcing me. Are they, though? I do this willingly. I take the steps. I'm not possessed. I'm not co-erced or even cajoled. I go. I fail. I feel bad before, during and after. And then sometimes I have a laugh and then I go back. Something good will come of this, too, or I'll be... well, I'll be about the same as I am now, I suppose. 

Bouffant

I might treat myself to a birthday haircut tomorrow. That'd be nice. Short and chic, I think. Hit me with your 20s/30s vibe and I will go home happy. 

Today, full to the bulging eyeballs with work, mostly, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I loved it. Pretending, followed by various flavours of writing, transcribing, arranging, French teaching and more. And we pancaked with Marcel, the sweet Brazilian student who's here for a couple of weeks. He's very nice indeed and he seemed to enjoy the experience. It wouldn't have happened had he not been here, so I'm grateful to him for that. 

I ache through every bone in me to be asleep now. Oh GOD yes.