Got up, rented a van, slung a load of stuff into it I want to take to Canterbury from the lockup. Drove to Shoreditch to pick up the furniture from the job. Waited.
Bought a halloumi wrap and a coffee. Waited.
Bought another flat white. Went to pret as well for some water. Waited.
Waited a bit.
Client is getting fucked over. He can’t get keys. I mention to him that my plus one can’t stay much longer as it is a 4 hour round trip to the storage. He tells me it isn’t going to work.
I go back to the lockup and load the stuff back in. Pointless going to Canterbury just for that stuff. I return the van to Kentish Town and Siwan and I go for a shandy in the garden of The Lion and Unicorn. What a waste of a day.
I’ll get the van hire money from the client. Might get a bit of money for my time too if I ask. But it feels weird to invoice for a failed attempt. I think I’m quite goal driven sometimes. It doesn’t feel like a job if it’s just my time taken. It only feels like a job if I’ve actually done some work. I should take a leaf out of the playbook of every plumber in this country.
Now I’m home and sleepy. That’s the heat and the fact that I’ve not got the curtain over the window. Sun cooks me into fever dreams at dawn and they continue until I work out which one is the one I’m pretending to be a person in. Then it goes and gets a coffee and perhaps three hours after first awareness I manage to align the brain and the body and voila *cough* c’est Al! … … *cough* … … … … *flourish*
Liney learny. Drivey drivey. Money spendy.
I’m still enraged about the latest setback. It makes it that much harder to go back to the drawing board, but here I am, getting an early bed so I can send two tapes tomorrow for tiny little parts. One of them will surely land, maybe both, but I’m gonna make a track myself for these ones in the morning… I’ve asked too many friends too often lately. Good work my agent getting me all these small part tapes. Happy to be punting. But I need one to go in the goal now. I’m not auditioning for fun here.
AlBarclay 