Job and dream

Bloody hell, I've just got a "promotion": I'll still be doing the same things, but I moved to a higher contract level and will have a pay rise. I'm glad, of course, I've felt underpaid and underappreciated for a while, but that just makes finding a new job a bit more difficult. Some companies just won't hire you if you're "too expensive". I mean, if I found a job I like, it wouldn't be a problem for me to earn less, and I've made it clear in the (few) job interviews I've done so far, but some companies have a "career-policy": the salary they offer must be higher than your old one. Which is great, but if I say it's OK for me to have a lower salary, that's my problem, just gimme the fucking job.

Why must everything be so complicated? =/

Anyway, I had a GREAT dream last night. I was at a DÄ concert with Almut and Sammy (I think), when we got into the venue there were already a lot of people in front of the stage, and the place was strange, with diagonal walls on either side of the stage preventing part of the audience from actually seeing it, and I was afraid I would end up seeing nothing at all. At one point some girl from deine_schuld joined us too and when the concert started, we could get to the front with no problems, apparently fans were constantly swapping places so everyone had the chance to stand in the front row for a while.

When it was our turn to finally stand in the front, it was probably near the end of the concert (even if it felt like it had just started) and Farin just came to us and we started chatting. When he saw my camera, he said he wanted to do a "streaming" and it took me a while to understand he actually wanted to make a little video of us. So I handed him my camera, he took the video, then turned the camera in his direction and planted a kiss on the lens. *dies*

Then he got close to me, I think the camera was still in record mode, and started telling me, in Italian and almost under his breath, that I should never give up, even if I think I'll never make it, even if I'll constantly be in a bad mood.

Then he asked me something about being mean, and I think he wanted to spin the camera in a sort of "spin the bottle" way.

And then I woke up, and I had a huge grin on my face. It was still night, but I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote it down, because, man, Farin encouraging me like that is something I NEVER want to forget.

D'OH!

Oh well, at least I don't look like a COMPLETE idiot.

http://www.open-flair.de/Eydasbinjaich/?date=2008-07-20

Richy Guitar fic: To friendship - Part 5

Three posts in one day! This has to be my new spamming record. I'll just put all the blame on Sammy, who pretty much forced me to post this tonight. :P

This isn't supposed to be the end, but I don't know when I'll be writing more. And this could be a nice way to end it, anyway. Just watch out for more in the not so near future.


Title: To friendship - Part 5
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Pairing: Richy/Igor
Rating: hard R, maybe NC-17?
Summary: "I think we need to talk."
A/N: Dedicated to schonste, who really couldn't wait until tomorrow to read this. :P
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

The following story is a work of fiction. Richy Guitar and all related characters were originally created by Michael Laux. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.


( It was almost midnight when Igor heard the front door open. )