First the ups: I have another interview on Friday, yay! This one is for the position of Behavioral Rehab Specialist at a mental health facility in a smallish town the next county over. It's not the ideal location (that would be my hometown), but it's still a much shorter commute than Tulsa. I meet all of the listed requirements for the position and I'm going in armed with three glowing letters of recommendation. My only reservation is that this is a real career-launching type of job, in my field, which normally would be excellent, but considering that I still have hope of a career in writing, I'm a little afraid of anything that could sidetrack me from that goal. But seeing as how life itself keeps conspiring to sidetrack me from the writing, and I have a lot of bills and loans to pay and an upcoming marriage to which to contribute... yeah. A good, steady job with a future is exactly what I need right now. I'm too old and I have too many responsibilities to keep trying to live the life of a starving writer. Plus I'm just sick to death of being poor.
This is not to say that I have any intention of giving up on the writing. I've been steadily working on Ray and I'm quite pleased with how it's coming. And once it's done I'll get back to the romance novel. And there's still the fantasy novel. And the Brides of Dracula novel. And a few other stories vying for attention in my head and homeless characters begging to be let out. With all this stuff brewing in my noggin I'll soon forego working with mental patients to become one if I don't find a way to let it all out.
Also: tomorrow we make the last furniture run on Matt's apartment. His stuff is fitting in better than I thought it would. It's a tight fit, but we've managed to make it pretty comfy. I've also started sorting through all my geekdom paraphernalia and organizing it to put up on eBay, so hopefully that will bring a little income soon. Here's hoping.
And the downs: I called to get some more info on the banquet hall at my alma mater, my top choice for a local wedding/reception venue, the other day only to learn that it's getting demolished in August to make way for a new student union. Feh. I'm ashamed to say that I had a minor Bridezilla meltdown in the kitchen when I found this out, but I blame that on all the unemployment stress. And the stress of not yet having a venue chosen with not even five months left to pull this thing together. I'm getting desperate and running out of options that are in my price range. We might just have to get over our prejudice against fugly cartoonish cherub murals. Le sigh. On the up side, maybe if I get this job I'll be able to increase my venue budget and expand my options. All I want is a non-fugly place to get married, dangit. Is that so wrong?
3 comments:
No, having a non-fugly place isn't wrong at all. What's wrong is how many people (not me, no worries) wouldn't find cartoonish cherub murals fugly at all, at all.
That's just sad.
Perhaps, if push comes to shove, the fugly cherubs can be cleverly concealed with copious amounts of bunting. That might cover their fugly butts.
Sounds like you are living life. Hugs and squnches!
Manoah
Heh, I know plenty of people who would have found that mural pretty. But in their defense they're older and their eyesight's not what it used to be.
Hmm. I suppose I could cover up the cherubs with loads and loads of tulle. With barely more than four months to go I'm almost desperate enough to go that route.
Mwah!
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