Diary of an up and coming sociopath

The saga of Isis properties yet continues, as today I finally got someone to claim that yes, they are sending me the documents I need, though my original plan to have them distributed via facsimile machine were nixed when they told me their fax machine was “broken”. I’m not sure how, I think it’s probably what one might refer to as “operator error.” The stuff I’m waiting for should be sent by mail, allegedly in the post today. Calculating the distribution of post from Oxford to London involves some very complex mathematical processes which only 3 people on the planet are fully able to conduct, but using a crude lookup table method, and factoring in the probability that the documents weren’t posted today, and the decreasing likelihood they’ll be posted in subsequent days without additional phonecalls, I can safely say I’ll see them by the middle of next month, assuming they even still exist.

Today I began preparing for the job interview I have on Thursday. Loose preparations, that is, but I’ll be continuing them tomorrow. It seems like a similar position to the SPG one I applied for in August, though I’d like to think that now I’ve got a little more interviewing experience under my belt I might stand a better chance at getting it. Part of the problem, I’ve found, is that due to a seriously overcrowded IT job market (thanks, dot com boom) the jobs I can do are almost certainly being applied for by people who have a whole bunch more experience than I do, if not necessarily more technical skills, but also the willingness and necessity to work beneath their ability just to get a damn job. I’m working on a way to at least make it evident that I know what I’m doing despite the lack of employment in the field, but I admit, it’s quite likely going to be a hard sell. A most annoying prospect, really, since it’s exactly the kind of job I’m after, with a pretty excellent looking mix of location, work and salary. This weekend we calculated it’s going to cost, at a conservative minimum, £550 a month to live here. If I can get a job like this, I’ll be well covered, and I can get on with paying away some of my debts.

Still, I’ve also been applying, contingentally, to some slightly easier to get jobs. I’m not a fan of working retail, but at this point I’m more than ready to give it a stab until I can find a job I’m more likely to enjoy. I also checked out what it’s likely to involve to get some job seekers allowance, and rent/tax benefits, but I have a suspicion that the amount I get and the time it’s going to take may render it useless by the crunch point, that is, the point at which I run out of money and/or luck.

Speaking of luck, though, it seems Nikki’s not got work next week because of some strange ritual I have a distant memory of, called Half-Term. She’s probably coming up here on Friday after Uni, and staying until I go back to Leamington for the Milward Brown interview the following Thursday. Then the week after that we’ve got Placebo’s last live date until 2006, which is part four-year anniversary present from the begining of the month, part “Haven’t seen Placebo in ages and don’t want to miss this chance”