I’m back again. I was going to update the blog with posts about finally getting to see the Rothko show at the Tate gossip about the impending Stockhausen gig at the Barbican, as well as preparing some new music webpages and oh who am I kidding I got sacked today.
Not my fault!
First thoughts on getting the DCM:
- My girlfriend is going to kill me.
- Whoo! Monday off.
- Productive time wasted on looking for another job. Bleah.
- I won’t have to finish that boring budget stuff or organise that boring meeting next month. Good.
It’s been a rollercoaster, as you can see.
Always nice to get out of a budget, I guess. Good luck with the hunt, though.
Ouch, nasty. Good luck with it.
Congratulations, I guess. Consider yourself a pioneer of the new economy …
Good luck job hunting.
Thanks, everyone. I felt a bit guilty about posting this because it's not nearly as tragic a scene as it might appear. It's more to do with a bureaucraic snafu than the bottom dropping out of my job market.