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Sunday, 29 August 2010

That Friday Feeling

Sorry for starting posting and then stopping again.  Work is keeping me busy and tired.  My hours are constantly in flux so I'm finding it hard to develop into the shift pattern of sleeping, but eventually it'll all calm down.

So Friday was kinda awesome.

Firstly, although I got into work 20 minutes late because of queues at the bank, I by chance got in 5 minutes before the boss did, so I was still able to cop off at my normal finishing time and make out like I'd worked an 8 hour day instead of a 7 hour and 40 minute one.

Secondly, it was one of the first days I ever got back and didn't just want to crash out straight away.  Annoyingly, I couldn't find anyone to go out with either, so my night just fell apart into doing nothing, but it was doing nothing with energy, which is an improvement from where I had been.

Thirdly, I got a text from Terence saying he'd had a really awesome date the day before, and had been grinning all day, and whatever makes one of us happy makes the other one happy, which is why he sent me a random text with information like that in.  On top of that he got the job he's been for recently, so he will actually have some money and such with which to live his life now :)

Fourthly , my day was actually relatively productive, mostly due to the high I was on from the fifth thing that happened (though it happened 2nd in order chronologically if you wanna get technical), as detailed below.

The fifth bit of awesomeness that happened was about 20 minutes after I go into work, I was all set up working on my laptop and working my way through the MagicQ manual as I need to learn the lighting software for this venue and I get no training on account of stealing someone else's job so they're not that keen on being helpful or cooperative unsurprisingly.  The lunchtime tour group comes in and starts eating.  The tour guide obviosuly knows the bar manager quite well, but I'm not paying attention and am slightly round the corner so I can't see anything really anyway.

Both tour guide and manager head back past me towards the kitchen.  I look up to say hi and be polite, and the tour guide (who speaks german btw, nathan will appreciate this) is actually really cute, germanic looking, muscled, tight blue tshirt, looks early to mid thirties, eyecandy win!  that at least perks the day up a little bit.

But it gets better... as he walks past and I say hi, he looks at me, says hi with a huge smile on his face, then turns to the bar manager and says "Who's he, he's handsome".  I break out in a huge grin, well that's an ego boost.  I then catch him during his entire time here making sure he adjust where he's standing so he can sneak glances at me and everything.  It's kinda cute.  When he gets the chance he comes over and flirts with me for 20 minutes.  Flirting amongst us includes talk of lighting design, which isn't as wierd as it sounds, as he sings on stage aside from tour guiding.  But alas not everything can go on, he is a tour guide after all, and so once the lunch is finished he must be off and such.  I'm elsewhere just as they're finishing up, so I figure I won't see him, but once I come back from the job that I was doing for 10 minutes, I find him waiting by where I was working.  He invites me out for a drink the next time he's here.  He's off around Scotland and the US for the next month, but is here the whole of October.

Yeah it's that aries thrill of the chase thing, I always love the new getting to know people period.  If I was hotter and could get away with it I would be some form of serial dater.  I know that it can't go anywhere, and I'm not looking for, and Chris might not even want me to go for a drink with the guy 'cause shagging with alcohol is fine, but the fine line of a date is something entirely different.  But that's not really what I care about. What I care about is the grin that I had on my face for the rest of the day, cause some guy had thought I was hot and said it in front of the people I work with, that he asked me out for a drink, that I got to feel really good about myself on a day when I thought I looked like complete shit (being a techie, there's no point in making an effort to dress up for work, you just end up covered in paint dust or in the dark anyway).

So yeah, that made my day all kinds of awesome.

Work aside from that is going okay, some good some bad.  I'm making friends which is good, and every night I get to watch girls in spanky pants kick their legs up over their head.  The above incident with the tour guide (his name as michael, but as chris pointed out, he will just forevermore be Hot Tour Guide, henceforth HTG, unless I get chatted up by another one, in which case I might have to start distinguishing by nationality) seems to have melted the iceheart of the bar manager, who spent the rest of the day making teasing comments to me about how much the guy liked me - like I'm complaining!  I plan to submit a massive new tech budget at some point - I'm trying to keep it under £5k.  We need twice as many lights, as they're only each area with 2 parcans, which if you've seen the area, just isn't going to work.  So that's a grand gone easily for some S4 Pars.  One day I'm going to rip out all the DMX, XLR, Ethernet and Powercables and rewire the entire tech room.  Will probably have to volunteer to come in on a Monday and Tuesday for that one...

Carnival tomorrow, the biggest party in the whole of Europe.  Hopefully it doesn't rain like it did all day today (which I was unaware of until 6pm, that's the problem of spending all day underground, you know nothing about what's going on in the outside world).  Last year when I went to Carnival I got to know Joel really well, so well in fact, someone asked us how long we'd been together; we'd known each other about 2 weeks by that point, ahem.  And after that night, I knew him in the biblical sense too.  Gotta love those friends you've been all too familiar with in the past.  Who knows what could happen this year...

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