same story, different day
Lately every single inch of me hurts pretty much all the time. This is a direct result of walking my dog roughly two hours every single day. While that probably sounds excessive, the truth is that she could go a lot longer. She's got tons of energy and it needs to be burned off somehow. The two hours of walking really doesn't even do that much to help, to be honest (though I can only imagine what kind of mischief she'd get up to if I didn't walk her so much.)
I'll be glad when my fence is fixed and she can go run around in the back yard, though I have a feeling it won't help much. It's likely she'll still be expecting walks, and since exercise is the whole reason I got a dog, I will still take her for them. Maybe I can cut it down to morning and evening and skip the after work walk, though. That would be nice, especially given how hot it's been here.
Job hunting is still not for the faint of heart. It's a measure of how much I'm getting on in years that I remember a time when I could just apply for whatever job out of state (or move and *then* get a job) and have no problems finding something. These days I can barely get an interview, because people would rather hire locally and save the fuss. That's understandable; it is a buyer's market, if you will. But it's frustrating, especially when I'm trying to move for my health and I can't *say* that because then I sound sickly and like a bad insurance risk.
It's all kind of exhausting. Still, I have decent experience, so the right thing will come along sooner or later. Or so I keep telling myself. I found the most adorable short sale in West Palm Beach, and if I can find a job in that area I will do whatever I can to buy it. Seriously, it's the cutest little bungalow with a pretty little yard in a historic neighborhood, perfect for me and the menagerie. But first I have to find a job. I'm like a broken record these days, which is why I never post anymore.
I'll be glad when my fence is fixed and she can go run around in the back yard, though I have a feeling it won't help much. It's likely she'll still be expecting walks, and since exercise is the whole reason I got a dog, I will still take her for them. Maybe I can cut it down to morning and evening and skip the after work walk, though. That would be nice, especially given how hot it's been here.
Job hunting is still not for the faint of heart. It's a measure of how much I'm getting on in years that I remember a time when I could just apply for whatever job out of state (or move and *then* get a job) and have no problems finding something. These days I can barely get an interview, because people would rather hire locally and save the fuss. That's understandable; it is a buyer's market, if you will. But it's frustrating, especially when I'm trying to move for my health and I can't *say* that because then I sound sickly and like a bad insurance risk.
It's all kind of exhausting. Still, I have decent experience, so the right thing will come along sooner or later. Or so I keep telling myself. I found the most adorable short sale in West Palm Beach, and if I can find a job in that area I will do whatever I can to buy it. Seriously, it's the cutest little bungalow with a pretty little yard in a historic neighborhood, perfect for me and the menagerie. But first I have to find a job. I'm like a broken record these days, which is why I never post anymore.