Don't sleep in the subway darlin'
Beautiful but blustery day. Played with Rosie in the morning then rode the subway to work. I really love riding the subway for some reason. I know I shouldn't. Septa stations can be pretty horrific, but there's something about the tiles and the dank and the roar through the tunnels that is calming.
In the gallery all by my lonesome today; Helen & Frank are in Selinsgrove for the opening at Susquehanna U. First Friday was last night; good crowd, really good shows. Now, avoiding working on book layout and listening to the selections of Pandora. I've been in a funk lately. I officially am devoid of close female friends. Everyone in Philly moved to NY, everyone from Catlin is scattered. It's not as though I have zero friends, but somehow anyone who was in the inner circle is no longer living close enough to casually hang out with. And when there's no one in your life to go out for a glass of wine with, well, this leads to funks.
This brooding over lack of bffs is set off by me being exceedingly stressed about the ol' professional path. Frustrated about the slave wages at the gallery, and all my babies are grown, so there's no income from that anymore, and I don't want to get a new family. I want to stop doing childcare, but I need the cash right now, and no one's hiring. Double bad; needing the job but wanting to quit but the job's not even there. Beggars can't be choosers. Applied for a dozen jobs in the last few months. Went in for two interviews with the NMAJH (project manager position), but haven't heard anything and told them the soonest I could start would be the 13th - as in the Monday after next. So... Stressed if I get it, stressed if I don't.
Homelife is placid, aside from Matt's blatant lack of understanding about our monetary discrepancy. It's wedding season, so he's getting questions from all sides re: us. It'll happen, eventually, but not until I get my professional life together, as though I need another reason to feel pressure about my lack of accomplishment. We've been playing a lot of rockband. I think it's actually teaching me the basic skills that might translate into playing a real instrument. As in, rhythm and making two hands do different things. Shocking. I've been using the public library system, while we still have it. Blew through The Wordy Shipmates in an afternoon, and about to finish the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao.
In the gallery all by my lonesome today; Helen & Frank are in Selinsgrove for the opening at Susquehanna U. First Friday was last night; good crowd, really good shows. Now, avoiding working on book layout and listening to the selections of Pandora. I've been in a funk lately. I officially am devoid of close female friends. Everyone in Philly moved to NY, everyone from Catlin is scattered. It's not as though I have zero friends, but somehow anyone who was in the inner circle is no longer living close enough to casually hang out with. And when there's no one in your life to go out for a glass of wine with, well, this leads to funks.
This brooding over lack of bffs is set off by me being exceedingly stressed about the ol' professional path. Frustrated about the slave wages at the gallery, and all my babies are grown, so there's no income from that anymore, and I don't want to get a new family. I want to stop doing childcare, but I need the cash right now, and no one's hiring. Double bad; needing the job but wanting to quit but the job's not even there. Beggars can't be choosers. Applied for a dozen jobs in the last few months. Went in for two interviews with the NMAJH (project manager position), but haven't heard anything and told them the soonest I could start would be the 13th - as in the Monday after next. So... Stressed if I get it, stressed if I don't.
Homelife is placid, aside from Matt's blatant lack of understanding about our monetary discrepancy. It's wedding season, so he's getting questions from all sides re: us. It'll happen, eventually, but not until I get my professional life together, as though I need another reason to feel pressure about my lack of accomplishment. We've been playing a lot of rockband. I think it's actually teaching me the basic skills that might translate into playing a real instrument. As in, rhythm and making two hands do different things. Shocking. I've been using the public library system, while we still have it. Blew through The Wordy Shipmates in an afternoon, and about to finish the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao.