More grumbles
My work schedule has been shifted around. Instead of working Saturday to Tuesday, giving me three days off in a row, I am now working Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday. My days off are now fragmented into Monday (today--hurrah!), Wednesday and Thursday. Apparently they are desperate for staff on Friday, whereas Mondays are usually slow.
Would you believe that, this last Friday, the manager phoned me up at half past ten in the morning and asked me to work that day? The store opens at nine! Talk about late notice! I hope they don't call me up this morning and demand why I haven't shown up for work.
Writing is still going nowhere for the time being. I'm bouncing ideas around, but so far I've come up with nothing I feel excited about. I can wrap up Cold Witness once I get the last batch of crits for it, but until then nothing seems to be moving. *glum look*
All work and no mountaineering make Alex a dull dog
One of our major objectives for the Wales trip in August was to get to the top of Cadair Idris. We were turned back by bad weather. I know we weren't "defeated by the mountain", but it kind of feels like that ... and for the past few months, the desire to actually climb the thing has been gnawing away at my subconscious. I want to stand on the summit cairn and savour the view of the Irish Sea.
Now, I've figured that if I work three days overtime one week, I'll earn enough money to buy a return train ticket to Machynlleth, pay for the hefty taxi fee to take me to Dôl Einion from the station (and back again), and buy enough dehydrated rations for one full day. One full day in Wales is all I need to conquer the mountain. It'll be a super-cheap, super-quick backpacking trip--literally there one day, up the mountain the next, then back to England the following morning. My brother doesn't think it's worth the money. If you ask me, three extra days of work is a small price to pay. Cadair Idris is a very nice mountain.
Naturally this won't be possible until next spring (I don't want to lay out two hundred quid for ice axes and crampons right now), and it will have to be timed very carefully to get the right weather conditions, but I think it's doable. And as I'll be backpacking, the total cost of the trip will be very low: well under a hundred pounds. I earn more than that every week, even on minimum wages.
I look at it this way. Although going all the way to Wales to climb one mountain may sound somewhat reckless, I only have so much time on my hands. By next September, I'll be at university in Norwich ... and that's where I'll stay for three years. I have to seize whatever opportunities I can this year. It may be the last chance I get for a very long time.
New favourite quote
"There are no turtles anywhere"
--Ponder Stibbons, The Science of Discworld, by Terry Pratchett
(What do you mean, you haven't read it? Heretic!)
My work schedule has been shifted around. Instead of working Saturday to Tuesday, giving me three days off in a row, I am now working Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday. My days off are now fragmented into Monday (today--hurrah!), Wednesday and Thursday. Apparently they are desperate for staff on Friday, whereas Mondays are usually slow.
Would you believe that, this last Friday, the manager phoned me up at half past ten in the morning and asked me to work that day? The store opens at nine! Talk about late notice! I hope they don't call me up this morning and demand why I haven't shown up for work.
Writing is still going nowhere for the time being. I'm bouncing ideas around, but so far I've come up with nothing I feel excited about. I can wrap up Cold Witness once I get the last batch of crits for it, but until then nothing seems to be moving. *glum look*
All work and no mountaineering make Alex a dull dog
One of our major objectives for the Wales trip in August was to get to the top of Cadair Idris. We were turned back by bad weather. I know we weren't "defeated by the mountain", but it kind of feels like that ... and for the past few months, the desire to actually climb the thing has been gnawing away at my subconscious. I want to stand on the summit cairn and savour the view of the Irish Sea.
Now, I've figured that if I work three days overtime one week, I'll earn enough money to buy a return train ticket to Machynlleth, pay for the hefty taxi fee to take me to Dôl Einion from the station (and back again), and buy enough dehydrated rations for one full day. One full day in Wales is all I need to conquer the mountain. It'll be a super-cheap, super-quick backpacking trip--literally there one day, up the mountain the next, then back to England the following morning. My brother doesn't think it's worth the money. If you ask me, three extra days of work is a small price to pay. Cadair Idris is a very nice mountain.
Naturally this won't be possible until next spring (I don't want to lay out two hundred quid for ice axes and crampons right now), and it will have to be timed very carefully to get the right weather conditions, but I think it's doable. And as I'll be backpacking, the total cost of the trip will be very low: well under a hundred pounds. I earn more than that every week, even on minimum wages.
I look at it this way. Although going all the way to Wales to climb one mountain may sound somewhat reckless, I only have so much time on my hands. By next September, I'll be at university in Norwich ... and that's where I'll stay for three years. I have to seize whatever opportunities I can this year. It may be the last chance I get for a very long time.
New favourite quote
"There are no turtles anywhere"
--Ponder Stibbons, The Science of Discworld, by Terry Pratchett
(What do you mean, you haven't read it? Heretic!)
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