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I did not get the job. Oh well.
But I've been talking to someone a lot lately who indirectly made me feel totally awesome about where I am right now, and frankly, I'm kindof excited about working temp and random jobs and not being so serious for a while. I'd rather do something less... adult for a while anyway. It just means NYC is on hold until I get a job there. If I get a job there.
And I've got the Peace Corps Application and am starting to move on that. The prospect of the Peace Corps just thrills the shit out of me. Holy Moly. But there's like a 7 month waiting list. Oi. So I'm still applying to jobs, and I'll be doing seasonal stuff until that, or the Peace Corps thing comes through. Or maybe I'll just do random shit until the Peace Corps. Or whatever. Everything is changing. Nothing matters. As long as I can pay my bills, I'm fine. The important thing is, I have what I need, and I'm doing things that will put me where I want/need to be, wherever the hell that is. But it'll work itself out. Has to.
This past weekend was incredibly productive. I applied to about 8 jobs, and I made a ton of Christmas presents that I want to keep. Mwahahaha. And I went out, and I spent time with my family, and I talked to a bunch of friends, and I slept a lot and it snowed. YAY snow! It was a very restful weekend.
And I've been pretty relaxed all day, depsite the fact that it's been a zoo. Because we've had flooding (God smote my boss because she's evil. Actually people were just working on the roof, and rain came and washed in through the exposed bits, twice) they've had to dislodge my desk, rip up the floor, pull out some studs, and make all kinds of racket. I have no real work station. The innards of our scary scary storage closets are in the middle of the office, piled up everywhere. Pieces we're collecting for an art show at Vassar in January are overflowing their box, and random sculptures are chillin on the back desk. Banging, buzzing, sawing, heavy moving, weird men and menopausal women and general chaos characterize this place today. Not to mention, a grant is due today, which has been put off and put off, so the tension is in the air. But while the head bitch was out asking for money over a lunch date, we put on christmas tunes and talked and laughed and actually had fun while we worked. It was lovely. It's much easier to be here now that I know I'm leaving. It just rolls off instead of getting under my skin.
Anyway. Gym. Then Ruth. Then more present-making. Wheee for feeling creative and productive.
But I've been talking to someone a lot lately who indirectly made me feel totally awesome about where I am right now, and frankly, I'm kindof excited about working temp and random jobs and not being so serious for a while. I'd rather do something less... adult for a while anyway. It just means NYC is on hold until I get a job there. If I get a job there.
And I've got the Peace Corps Application and am starting to move on that. The prospect of the Peace Corps just thrills the shit out of me. Holy Moly. But there's like a 7 month waiting list. Oi. So I'm still applying to jobs, and I'll be doing seasonal stuff until that, or the Peace Corps thing comes through. Or maybe I'll just do random shit until the Peace Corps. Or whatever. Everything is changing. Nothing matters. As long as I can pay my bills, I'm fine. The important thing is, I have what I need, and I'm doing things that will put me where I want/need to be, wherever the hell that is. But it'll work itself out. Has to.
This past weekend was incredibly productive. I applied to about 8 jobs, and I made a ton of Christmas presents that I want to keep. Mwahahaha. And I went out, and I spent time with my family, and I talked to a bunch of friends, and I slept a lot and it snowed. YAY snow! It was a very restful weekend.
And I've been pretty relaxed all day, depsite the fact that it's been a zoo. Because we've had flooding (God smote my boss because she's evil. Actually people were just working on the roof, and rain came and washed in through the exposed bits, twice) they've had to dislodge my desk, rip up the floor, pull out some studs, and make all kinds of racket. I have no real work station. The innards of our scary scary storage closets are in the middle of the office, piled up everywhere. Pieces we're collecting for an art show at Vassar in January are overflowing their box, and random sculptures are chillin on the back desk. Banging, buzzing, sawing, heavy moving, weird men and menopausal women and general chaos characterize this place today. Not to mention, a grant is due today, which has been put off and put off, so the tension is in the air. But while the head bitch was out asking for money over a lunch date, we put on christmas tunes and talked and laughed and actually had fun while we worked. It was lovely. It's much easier to be here now that I know I'm leaving. It just rolls off instead of getting under my skin.
Anyway. Gym. Then Ruth. Then more present-making. Wheee for feeling creative and productive.