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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Hi all
Writing this in the closing half hour of my tenure as an employee of Sheffield City Council. I'm very sad. Been drinking my way through most of this last month, and tonight after the doors close we'll be resuming the drinking right here in good old Broomhill Library- which promises to be a different experience.

Been a funny old week.

Went on a big graphic novel buying trip from work last week since I had been put in charge of purchasing for this collection but only got the call to actually go and do it when I handed my notice in. So there we were (David and I) stood in a tiny little comic shop in a crummy part of town with £14K budget to spend as we saw fit. Heaven, you say? And you'd be almost right, except I'd been jotting down the volumes we needed to complete our existing collections- of which there are a lot- and stopped after I got as far as 'C' since it was clear to me we weren't going to be able to work like this. Sure enough, the estimate came back at 7.5 k (this is for less than an 8th of the total comics needed mind) so some jiggery pokery was required. Still, I would have been happy to do it if I hadn't been resigning, as it is, I've dumped the whole kin'n'kaboodle onto the steadfast David- who just sort of stares at me saucer-eyed while I try to explain the very complicated mess that I and the bibliographic department of the library have concocted around the Graphic Novel collection.

Then some fucker from the BBC phones- get this- wanting to make a documentary about kids and videogames. A google search brought our videogame club to his attention and presto- he contacts me wanting to put him in touch with some of the kids from the group. Where the fuck were you a year and a half ago, matey? So he e-mails me with his contact details and I write back to ask him if he needs another contributer/researcher/consultant/bumboy to help with the making of the show. That was last week now and he has yet to reply. I think I may haved scared him off with my talk of homosexual favours (I think I read somewhere that that is how you get into the media).

Then, to cap it all off, it seems my leaving the running of the videogames club in the (arguably) capable hands of the staff of Hillsborough library has prompted a scene akin to the gunfight at the OK corral. Except with women librarians rather than greasy gringos. Basically the staff have no intention of carrying it on, the management are pulling rank and telling them they have to, and consulting my crystal ball, I see the club surviving my departure for Oooooh... a month? Maybe less? This annoys the shit outta me since it was pretty much the only lasting thing I was leaving behind to show for three years working here and now it seems that ain't gonna last anyway.

Bollocks to it all. I'm looking down the barrel of unemployment, starvation, alcoholism, possible suicide (joking) and rebirth as a gazelle. The gazelle bit I'm looking forward to. The rest of it can go and shite.
I think I'll stop now before this gets any bitterer (is that a word?) and leave you with some links to some other shit I wrote that isn't quite so vitriol-flavoured.
Aido 'Take me out and shoot me now' Potato.

www.animeworld.com/readerreviews/ghostintheshelltv.html

www.gamefaqs.com/console/ps2/review/R95015.html

www.gamefaqs.com/console/ps2/review/R95016.html

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