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I got me a new job! It involves (so far) sitting down and following many instructions, some of which are coherent to my 'flu-blocked ears. Listening to my bosses transfer information to each other and tell each other off (somehow in a non-confrontational manner) in what I think is Danish is amusing. It's a small business, so I'm doing lots of random small jobs, as well as what is in my job description.

It is part-time, four days a week, and I'm now earning more than my SO. Which he is duly amused by.

We'll see how long I continue to like it...

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Subsequent to loud howls of frustration, my SO and I have begun to forward to each other invitations to events that we receive. Howls of frustration have been mine, when I hear about something on the day that we go, and have no idea what we're supposed to bring, because that's information that just doesn't get transmitted.

And the howls are loud, because out of the three email invitations that my SO received this past week, only one of those people sent a copy to me. And that person is not one of the people that I have explained patiently, carefully, and multiple times to, that emailing stuff to my SO does not necessarily mean that the information gets through to me. It's like trying to get me to remember phone messages - the information does not get transmitted, more often than not.

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I wore a suit to bridge last night. I'd finished work (new work!), treated myself to dinner at Ying Chow, and caught the tram without going home. The number of compliments I got on my appearance, were, in my opinion, silly. None of them took into account the fact that that skirt is damn uncomfortable, and the lining rides up if you walk for more than 2 minutes. By the time I got to the bridge club, the lining was bunched up around my waist, and it took way too much time in the bathroom to untangle it. As soon as I have enough money, I'm getting a suit or two made for me. That way, I won't be wearing a skirt that is supposed to end above the knee - and almost hits my calves. Or 3/4 length pants that hit my ankles. Or 3/4 length shirt sleeves that cut off the circulation in my biceps unless I get a size too large.

On the plus side, the one suit jacket I own fits well, and I can wear a (fitted) jumper underneath without any discomfort.