under another sun

Lorraine working from home, which is always nice. Dawn melting away first thing. I worked on the business book through the morning.  I made a chicken and leek soup of some substance for lunch, but before I'd spooned any of it, I was called with a freelance offer  by a contact I had cultivated last year, which seems fairly promising. Talking to Lorraine over lunch made me rethink my CV (not a document I have much need of). Nobody's life is a dreary chronological list, few people's career and learning is a linear process, so why on earth force it into one, especially if what you are selling is your creativity. Had to complete a Landlord's details form this afternoon. I don't know why form filling fills me with such horror and bile. Forms make me feel cross, even though this particular form was completely reasonable. After completing it as best I could I walked it to the letting agents via the Twitten last thing in the afternoon. Otherwise ticking over on an idea...

Bad form Working with Lorraine for four hours on her headteacher application form. Not for nothing does Lorraine call it the scary monster form. Each question requires a mini-essay, and apparently this form is the most difficult part of the process of application. The completion instructions alone make your eyes bleed. If anything, Lorraine has too much evidence of her mad teachin' skillz. I always get enraged by the vacuity or inflexibility of the questions in forms. In a previous life I worked for an ill-starred year as a civil servant, and most of the work consisted in selecting the right form, and then filling it in. When I arrived, working on Widow's pension, the staff were so overworked, two of the section were absent having had nervous breakdowns. Meanwhile the head of the section spent his days reading the paper in his office. I was excellent at talking to grieving widows, but useless at filling in forms and I and Her Majesty's Civil Service parted company on exceed...