Good Afternoon My Dears:
When last I wrote, my employer and I had parted ways relatively amicably. What that means, of course, is that they love me, I am a great girl, highly capable, very bright, super nice, a great addition to any firm. Blah, blah, flippin' blah. Just not for them. As we parted so amicably, they are going to give me a a very positive reference, should anyone come callin'. Since I am the one who controls that...not bloody likely, mate. So now I find myself back to pinching my pennies. I am not particularly happy with this current state of affairs but all is not lost. I have an interview with a Software firm on Wednesday, so once again, fingers crossed please. Are your fingers getting tired? It seems that I have been asking for a lot of crossing of fingers since I left to come live the dream in Scotland.
In other news, I am a published writer. What, you say? This is news, you mutter? Hello, the blog, you huff? Well, yes, that is true. But I mean writing for someone else. I have begun writing for an online magazine called The Indie Pedant, which I mentioned in my last post. I wrote a review of a play called 201 Objects that I saw last weekend, with some new friends. True to WIS form, these friends are not Scottish. Giselle is a friend I made through my writer's group and is from the Philippines though married to a Scot. Johanna is from Germany by way of Polish ancestry, a friend I made through Giselle. I am not going to post the review here. If you want to read it you can find it at theindiepedant.com. It seems I made page two. I have promised further reviews of festival events: I am going to a cabaret - there should be lots of juicy things to write about for that, and a flamenco performance which I am not sure translates well into a review. Must do more research.
My mama has come to Scotland. She hasn't seen me in 5 months and the first thing she says is - what is on your face? It is of course a commentary on who has picked out my foundation and concealer. She claims it makes me look like a transvestite. Yeah, as if. Well, if she doesn't like it she can just take me to Harvey Nics to get other, more appropriate powder if she feels that strongly, because, goodness knows, I don't exactly have disposable income to be spending on frivolous girlieness like make up. All of that now comes under luxury not necessity. Someone once pointed out that I will never lack for a place to live or food to eat, whether I am working or not, but I will look like poo in the process. I blithely responded that they in contrast will live under a bridge and be the best looking troll out there as they will never skimp on make up. Anyhoo, enou' bletherin', the plan with my mama, is to attend to fringe performances, wander through Edinburgh, visit Roslyn Chapel, and perhaps visit Glasgow. My mama wants to see all the Templar sites of Scotland. Somehow, she got it into her head that Scotland is this big repository of Templar lore. Well, it isn't. Thankfully, there are only three Templar sites in Scotland, of which Roslyn Chapel is one. The others are the village of Temple in Midlothian, and Templars Park in Aberdeen. Is it just me, or does the last one sound like an amusement park? Actually, it is a campsite. Thankfully, Templars Park and Temple Village are inaccessible without a car and too, too far out. So one Templar site it is. We are invited to Laura's for dinner tomorrow. That will be interesting as they have not seen each other in 20 years. My mama has woken up and we are off to town.
Right, that is all she wrote, folks.
Next up: More Mama Mayhem and WIS wisdom arrives.
Cheerio for now,
Tina
When last I wrote, my employer and I had parted ways relatively amicably. What that means, of course, is that they love me, I am a great girl, highly capable, very bright, super nice, a great addition to any firm. Blah, blah, flippin' blah. Just not for them. As we parted so amicably, they are going to give me a a very positive reference, should anyone come callin'. Since I am the one who controls that...not bloody likely, mate. So now I find myself back to pinching my pennies. I am not particularly happy with this current state of affairs but all is not lost. I have an interview with a Software firm on Wednesday, so once again, fingers crossed please. Are your fingers getting tired? It seems that I have been asking for a lot of crossing of fingers since I left to come live the dream in Scotland.
In other news, I am a published writer. What, you say? This is news, you mutter? Hello, the blog, you huff? Well, yes, that is true. But I mean writing for someone else. I have begun writing for an online magazine called The Indie Pedant, which I mentioned in my last post. I wrote a review of a play called 201 Objects that I saw last weekend, with some new friends. True to WIS form, these friends are not Scottish. Giselle is a friend I made through my writer's group and is from the Philippines though married to a Scot. Johanna is from Germany by way of Polish ancestry, a friend I made through Giselle. I am not going to post the review here. If you want to read it you can find it at theindiepedant.com. It seems I made page two. I have promised further reviews of festival events: I am going to a cabaret - there should be lots of juicy things to write about for that, and a flamenco performance which I am not sure translates well into a review. Must do more research.
My mama has come to Scotland. She hasn't seen me in 5 months and the first thing she says is - what is on your face? It is of course a commentary on who has picked out my foundation and concealer. She claims it makes me look like a transvestite. Yeah, as if. Well, if she doesn't like it she can just take me to Harvey Nics to get other, more appropriate powder if she feels that strongly, because, goodness knows, I don't exactly have disposable income to be spending on frivolous girlieness like make up. All of that now comes under luxury not necessity. Someone once pointed out that I will never lack for a place to live or food to eat, whether I am working or not, but I will look like poo in the process. I blithely responded that they in contrast will live under a bridge and be the best looking troll out there as they will never skimp on make up. Anyhoo, enou' bletherin', the plan with my mama, is to attend to fringe performances, wander through Edinburgh, visit Roslyn Chapel, and perhaps visit Glasgow. My mama wants to see all the Templar sites of Scotland. Somehow, she got it into her head that Scotland is this big repository of Templar lore. Well, it isn't. Thankfully, there are only three Templar sites in Scotland, of which Roslyn Chapel is one. The others are the village of Temple in Midlothian, and Templars Park in Aberdeen. Is it just me, or does the last one sound like an amusement park? Actually, it is a campsite. Thankfully, Templars Park and Temple Village are inaccessible without a car and too, too far out. So one Templar site it is. We are invited to Laura's for dinner tomorrow. That will be interesting as they have not seen each other in 20 years. My mama has woken up and we are off to town.
Right, that is all she wrote, folks.
Next up: More Mama Mayhem and WIS wisdom arrives.
Cheerio for now,
Tina
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