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Z and I are going to Billings, MT for the weekend. He has a sectional there, and I am holding onto a thin strand of hope that I'll get a chance to play, but it seems unlikely at this point. I don't know any players in that area and shockingly, no one wants to make the trip. So I figure I'll romp around Montana while McKenzie works and it'll be all fine and dandy. I just looked at the Billings forecast -- today and tomorrow are 80 and sunny, but Friday through Sunday they're calling for 40s and rain. Figures.
I've spent some time today applying for jobs. I'm pretty proud of the cover letters I wrote -- I'll be disappointed if I don't get any bites. It may not matter, though. I have another interview with WW tomorrow afternoon on the phone. That job is basically at the top of the list for me, so if I get that, I won't worry about the others. Why am I looking for a job again? Sigh. Freelancing is a world of empty promises, and my creditors don't take hypothetical checks. I made a lot of plans for spring and summer based on certain expectations, and while the expectations proved wrong, the money is still spent or committed, so I need to come up with some way to pay for it all.
Z went to the bank this morning to get small bills for change for the sectional, and the teller goofed and gave him an extra $400. He didn't notice until he got home, and we had a long chat about it. "We could really use this money right now...but we are good people, right? That means we have to take it back...sigh." When it's someone else, it's easy to say "you should take it back, of course." But when it's you, and you really do need that money...doing the right thing is fucking hard. But we did. Because we're good people.
I got the good news that my tenant renewed her lease for another year, so the condo is basically still paying for itself. If she hadn't renewed, I would have to really rethink my job situation and how casually I'm taking the hunt this time around.
I turn 29 in two days, y'all. I wonder if I'll stop getting excited about my birthday when I'm 30. Probably not :)
I've spent some time today applying for jobs. I'm pretty proud of the cover letters I wrote -- I'll be disappointed if I don't get any bites. It may not matter, though. I have another interview with WW tomorrow afternoon on the phone. That job is basically at the top of the list for me, so if I get that, I won't worry about the others. Why am I looking for a job again? Sigh. Freelancing is a world of empty promises, and my creditors don't take hypothetical checks. I made a lot of plans for spring and summer based on certain expectations, and while the expectations proved wrong, the money is still spent or committed, so I need to come up with some way to pay for it all.
Z went to the bank this morning to get small bills for change for the sectional, and the teller goofed and gave him an extra $400. He didn't notice until he got home, and we had a long chat about it. "We could really use this money right now...but we are good people, right? That means we have to take it back...sigh." When it's someone else, it's easy to say "you should take it back, of course." But when it's you, and you really do need that money...doing the right thing is fucking hard. But we did. Because we're good people.
I got the good news that my tenant renewed her lease for another year, so the condo is basically still paying for itself. If she hadn't renewed, I would have to really rethink my job situation and how casually I'm taking the hunt this time around.
I turn 29 in two days, y'all. I wonder if I'll stop getting excited about my birthday when I'm 30. Probably not :)