Well, I gave it my best shot.

I walked out of my job on Friday, at the end of my initial 3-month contract. I'd had enough.

Part of me is angry at myself for bailing out, but I know it was the right thing to do. Wednesday's homophobic outpouring by the Pornographer was almost it; then on Thursday at 6pm I got called into his office and given my second bollocking for not producing enough DVD extras. The reason, I argued, that I was not producing endless DVD extras was because I'd been hired to produce videos for the website, and to do website work. The Pornographer told me that he didn�t want me doing (and I quote) "website shit" and that he wanted me to be doing DVD work. Then he had a go at me for wasting time on their new online shop (which I'd spent the last 6 weeks completely overhauling, as per instructions from my immediate boss).

Well, I went home fuming. I looked at my contract. It clearly stated that I was employed to concentrate on website video & coding work primarily. So I went into work the next day, and confronted my boss. He told me he'd had an argument with the Pornographer about my role as well, and that he was in agreement with me. However, he said that there was little he could do about it, because the Pornographer was very set in his anti-internet ways.

So I told him I didn't want to renew my contract, citing confusion over my role and difficulties arising from that. I also made a point to my boss that I didn't really want to work for someone who thought it was acceptable to walk around his office complaining about "disgusting fags" to his employees.

And then I walked out.

When I got home, I felt about a million times better (I�ve been very stressed for the last few weeks over all this). I updated my CV and sent it off to a few jobs � IT contracts mainly, but also an ad in the Guardian from a TV company looking for a web programmer & graphics person.

I was feeling good about my decision until about 4.20pm, when I had this sudden dread-filled realization that I�m unemployed for the first time since leaving University, and how the fuck am I going to pay my mortgage??? I was reaching for the phone to call C and panic all over him, when it rang. It was the TV company. I have an interview tomorrow at 4pm.

Keep everything crossed for me, campers!

I have no idea if I was this job, or if I�ll get it, but it�s nice to know that I�m employable.

I�m very very bummed about not working in porn any more. I told my (ex-)boss that I was utterly bummed that it hadn't worked out, but that I felt I had to leave to preserve my sanity. There was no way I could continue to work in a web position for a man who was so utterly and totally anti-internet, and who was never going to change. Plus being a homophobic bigot didn't help either.

Anyway.

I am not too down. I have my �1000 emergency cash in the bank if everything goes pear-shaped. And I could always sell my body *snort*

Heh, on a related note.... This time next week, if everything goes to plan, I'll be having a freaking foursome with 3 hot guys!&*!�$!!!! Blimey!