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Degree all done. After the cock-up the first time, it seems odd to have spent three years at university and to be getting a degree out of it. Results in early July.
I'm still only working two days a week because that means I get time to go in the sea, sit in the sun and otherwise enjoy the summer, or at least that was the idea. I've been in the sea only once so far, last Saturday, and I'd like to report that it was *cold*, but bearable, adaptable-to, far from freezing, especially with the comforting thought that from here on it it'll only get warmer. I should get myself some sort of immersion thermometer for ongoing measurements through the summer.
That might not happen so much as I'd like because having done the degree, the next phase of Plan is now kicking in. I'm planning on moving to London, for various reasons including jobs, Punch Judy and music in general, maybe getting to live with Jon and just because some part of me is aware that I've lived in one flat for nine years and a change would be a good idea. And I've always thought that I'd never want to live in London for the long-term but that I'd like to try it for a while. Now seems to be the time to do that.
Got to write a job application this weekend. It's for a Rapid Prototyping technician job at the Royal College of Art. I'm confident that they won't get anyone applying with more suitable technician experience than me, and that they're unlikely to get someone who's done a degree which is so specifically about design, covering the benefits of sketch modelling and prototyping, and how these things can translate to eventual manufacturing. I think I've got a good chance, and it would be the ideal job to move to London with, effectively - immediate, not too much of a leap from what I do now, not an office job that I'd have to invent a whole new wardrobe for, and, hey, an £8,000 a year pay hike even from what I was getting when working full-time and thus (crikey) £17,000 a year more than I've been more-or-less managing on for these last few months. Nice. But yes, that just leaves some minor concerns about it being the Royal College of Art, which I'm afraid I tend to assume is going to be hideously pretentious, and about not really knowing much about the specific machines they use, which I may be able to relieve with a little running around and help from some people at Brighton uni.
As well as job applications, though, now is my best-ever chance to tidy the house and to paint and generally overhaul it, including some parts that haven't been touched in nine years. Yesterday I washed the linings of the lounge curtains for the first time ever, while replacing the broken curtain rail, and two of the several parts have come out of the machine in unusable tatters. I have no idea what to do with the big heavy wool curtains, either - they plainly need cleaning but I don't think they'll take to a machine well, nor my machine to their vast bulk. And before any decorating can happen, there's industrial amounts of tidying to be done - all of which would have to be done to be able to move, anyway, but. I might not be getting out in the sunshine as much as I might wish, this summer.
I'm still only working two days a week because that means I get time to go in the sea, sit in the sun and otherwise enjoy the summer, or at least that was the idea. I've been in the sea only once so far, last Saturday, and I'd like to report that it was *cold*, but bearable, adaptable-to, far from freezing, especially with the comforting thought that from here on it it'll only get warmer. I should get myself some sort of immersion thermometer for ongoing measurements through the summer.
That might not happen so much as I'd like because having done the degree, the next phase of Plan is now kicking in. I'm planning on moving to London, for various reasons including jobs, Punch Judy and music in general, maybe getting to live with Jon and just because some part of me is aware that I've lived in one flat for nine years and a change would be a good idea. And I've always thought that I'd never want to live in London for the long-term but that I'd like to try it for a while. Now seems to be the time to do that.
Got to write a job application this weekend. It's for a Rapid Prototyping technician job at the Royal College of Art. I'm confident that they won't get anyone applying with more suitable technician experience than me, and that they're unlikely to get someone who's done a degree which is so specifically about design, covering the benefits of sketch modelling and prototyping, and how these things can translate to eventual manufacturing. I think I've got a good chance, and it would be the ideal job to move to London with, effectively - immediate, not too much of a leap from what I do now, not an office job that I'd have to invent a whole new wardrobe for, and, hey, an £8,000 a year pay hike even from what I was getting when working full-time and thus (crikey) £17,000 a year more than I've been more-or-less managing on for these last few months. Nice. But yes, that just leaves some minor concerns about it being the Royal College of Art, which I'm afraid I tend to assume is going to be hideously pretentious, and about not really knowing much about the specific machines they use, which I may be able to relieve with a little running around and help from some people at Brighton uni.
As well as job applications, though, now is my best-ever chance to tidy the house and to paint and generally overhaul it, including some parts that haven't been touched in nine years. Yesterday I washed the linings of the lounge curtains for the first time ever, while replacing the broken curtain rail, and two of the several parts have come out of the machine in unusable tatters. I have no idea what to do with the big heavy wool curtains, either - they plainly need cleaning but I don't think they'll take to a machine well, nor my machine to their vast bulk. And before any decorating can happen, there's industrial amounts of tidying to be done - all of which would have to be done to be able to move, anyway, but. I might not be getting out in the sunshine as much as I might wish, this summer.