Well, it's time to say good-bye once again.

Tommorow afternoon I'm flying back to Joburg in time for cheap flights and New Years. I'm hoping that the plane will be able to lift off safely despite the total howling gale that's afflicted CT at the moment.

I will miss my family, my friends, the mountain, fynbos, mother's cooking and adsl!

However, I'll have a few things to console myself with, never fear. I also have the task of find a job to undertake, and hopefully it will be an exciting and rewarding experience!

Although - considering I haven't done any of the work I intended to do on my portfolio or on self-promotional materials (I had other tasks! I've worked hard, I promise!) this might just turn out to be a gut-churning ride of pure stress and misery designed to shred my fragile self esteem.

Oh well.

I'll confess to being a leeetle pleased with myself though. I hied myself off to ShpatCon as a convenient way to see a few more people, played one module, had a really good time of it - great group of Simon, Brendan and newcomer, and Mike was an excellent DM - and actually managed to win best player for that module. Te hee. (They love me! They really love me! sob, sob)

And on that note I shall head for bed, to arise for an exciting day packing! Deciding what christmas loot I can fit in my luggage this time and what needs to be stored for later holidays. Oh joy!

Woe, oh, woe.

Nothing quite like sitting up and trawling the web until supid AM to make you feel alone in the world. Alone and unloved.

Although perhaps that's just my standard Cape Town blues talking. In fact that's exactly what it is since well, while I'm technically alone at the moment (with sleeping parents in next room, sleeping brother one down, and bored cats making guest appearances) I'm far from unloved when I'm at home.

Amazing how fast they set in though. Small wonder I can't bring myself to stay here any longer than a nice holiday will dictate. Deepest tragedy. Feel my pain.

Anyway, the main point of this post, other than to keep me from bed for a futher 5 minutes, is to say to anyone who reads this and cares: "Heya, I'm in Cape Town for three weeks! Give me a call if you want to do something."

Damn me!

It's official. I'm a typical woman.

Apparently I'm just never satisfied with the perfectly good options I've been given. Yep, I've just turned down yet another decent job.

Okay, it's not 100% certain it was mine, but it was pretty close. The guy has been calling me and one or two others up and asking us additional questions and also wanted me to go round to the studio again this afternoon to socialise a little with the other two designers so he can get some idea of how well we'll all mesh.

However, I'm surviving on the freelance stuff Rod's has given me, and while the place seemed acceptable, it 'wasn't going to further my long term goals'. He he.

Actually, I'm happier this way. I'm going to work on additional stuff for my portfolio, and also some little booky-mailer things that I can send to agencies in Joburg that I want to work for, so I reckon in the new year when the job markets open up I can sell myself to a lot better caliber of agencies. I feel like I'll have more potential!

In yet duller news I've discovered that my car's radiotor has a small leak. I now have to fill up with water pretty much every time I leave the house... just in case. When I drive to Pretoria tomorrow I'll need to take water with me so I can fill it up for the return journey.

Fortunately I'm only here for about another week so there's a radiator repair place nearby that Grant says he'll take my car to when I'm gone to get a quote. Joy.

Anyway, I need to head off home. I've done my work for the week and there is a swimming pool calling to me and a chicken I need to denude of it flesh, a sacrifice to chicken curry. (Athough the joy of cooking in our house is that I'm somewhat fussy, Grant's very slightly fussy, Tamara doesn't really like much meat other than chicken and Rudi's Jewish, so can't combine meat with dairy - it's a goddamn nightmare! And I'm going to discover if my curry works with coconut milk instead of cream...)