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Why I love Union houses....
Dec. 4th, 2006 01:06 pmActually, I should back up. A brief note on why this journal is neglected at the moment.
I tried, last week, to take a week off, knowing that this week would be busy, and the week before had been kinda hectic too. So last week, I took a week off.
Which means I whittled my hours down to 23 hours worked. For those of you with a normal job, that's basically Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. So I got a long weekend. The good bit, of course, is that I got paid for 38 hours. 13 hour Sundays at double time are only made sweeter if all you actually *do* is 2 house curtain calls and a single fly call.
And today was much like that again - 13 hours worked, 17 hours paid, half a dozen fly calls (though we had to hang the cloths and reweight the bars, and there are some nasty changes). And the week goes much like that - 77 hours rostered, which means, at the moment, if I work the hours I'm rostered I'll be paid for 103 hours.
Mmm.
Then off to rig for Robbie Williams, and then who knows - try to fit in the clients who've been ringing for 2 weeks wondering when I'll be available.
This freelance thing, it seems to be working out for me.
Oh, and the Interesting Times raiding alliance went to BWL for the first time ever. We killed Razorgore on the second attempt. Not the second night, the second attempt. We then wiped half-a-dozen times on Vael, as one does. Came back the next night, wiped 3 times, killed Vael. And there was much rejoicing. Waltzed through the suppression rooms with no wipes, accidentally pulled Broodlord while our raid leader was explaining the fight. Damn mages. I picked him up, I died, my second tank picked him up, I got a battle rez ... 2 minutes later, dead Broodlord. One-shotted, on sight, from a mispull. We're hoping some day our raid leader will take us somewhere challenging.
And someone asked, on the weekend, what I'm passionate about these days, and I had no good answer. But today, I am passionate about keeping my fly-lines in weight. Which is a start.
sol.
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I tried, last week, to take a week off, knowing that this week would be busy, and the week before had been kinda hectic too. So last week, I took a week off.
Which means I whittled my hours down to 23 hours worked. For those of you with a normal job, that's basically Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. So I got a long weekend. The good bit, of course, is that I got paid for 38 hours. 13 hour Sundays at double time are only made sweeter if all you actually *do* is 2 house curtain calls and a single fly call.
And today was much like that again - 13 hours worked, 17 hours paid, half a dozen fly calls (though we had to hang the cloths and reweight the bars, and there are some nasty changes). And the week goes much like that - 77 hours rostered, which means, at the moment, if I work the hours I'm rostered I'll be paid for 103 hours.
Mmm.
Then off to rig for Robbie Williams, and then who knows - try to fit in the clients who've been ringing for 2 weeks wondering when I'll be available.
This freelance thing, it seems to be working out for me.
Oh, and the Interesting Times raiding alliance went to BWL for the first time ever. We killed Razorgore on the second attempt. Not the second night, the second attempt. We then wiped half-a-dozen times on Vael, as one does. Came back the next night, wiped 3 times, killed Vael. And there was much rejoicing. Waltzed through the suppression rooms with no wipes, accidentally pulled Broodlord while our raid leader was explaining the fight. Damn mages. I picked him up, I died, my second tank picked him up, I got a battle rez ... 2 minutes later, dead Broodlord. One-shotted, on sight, from a mispull. We're hoping some day our raid leader will take us somewhere challenging.
And someone asked, on the weekend, what I'm passionate about these days, and I had no good answer. But today, I am passionate about keeping my fly-lines in weight. Which is a start.
sol.
.