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If I could sleep forever
Sep. 8th, 2011 03:22 pmFuck off, world.
I've done my duties, I've spent the whole week running, now let me die in peace.
I've been offered a job proposition, and I want it as much as I don't want it. It's a complete dilemma for me right now. On one side, I will obtain stability, a salary, regular work hours, health security coverage, and a better chance to get all my papers in order (French bureaucracy is a scary, scary thing you guys); on the other side, I know for sure it will be an idiotic, hateful job for a company that I despise, and I'm afraid it will drain me of my creativity and that I won't have enough time to do all the things I want to do.
So I'm half-praying that I get it, half-praying that I don't. This year is a weird one, and I've been confronted with decisions like that all along.
One of the good things this week though: Nephyla has drawn a portrait of me for a magazine in which I write a column:
The only inaccurate thing about it is that I don't smoke XD
Okay, now, I'm gonna bury myself under the covers of my lovely warm bed, try to forget about the shitty job interview I had today (I was unprepared and lying through my teeth, and I think it showed. Oh god, "yes I want to make a career out of it", what bullshit), read fic, and SLEEP. Fina-fucking-lly.
I've done my duties, I've spent the whole week running, now let me die in peace.
I've been offered a job proposition, and I want it as much as I don't want it. It's a complete dilemma for me right now. On one side, I will obtain stability, a salary, regular work hours, health security coverage, and a better chance to get all my papers in order (French bureaucracy is a scary, scary thing you guys); on the other side, I know for sure it will be an idiotic, hateful job for a company that I despise, and I'm afraid it will drain me of my creativity and that I won't have enough time to do all the things I want to do.
So I'm half-praying that I get it, half-praying that I don't. This year is a weird one, and I've been confronted with decisions like that all along.
One of the good things this week though: Nephyla has drawn a portrait of me for a magazine in which I write a column:
The only inaccurate thing about it is that I don't smoke XD
Okay, now, I'm gonna bury myself under the covers of my lovely warm bed, try to forget about the shitty job interview I had today (I was unprepared and lying through my teeth, and I think it showed. Oh god, "yes I want to make a career out of it", what bullshit), read fic, and SLEEP. Fina-fucking-lly.
