The Tale of Thursday (A prologue to Mail Call II of II: Medie's Package)
Last Thursday was a very rocky, on the shoals and razor reef, kind of day for me.
It started out well enough, honestly. Normal stuff. Errands, phone calls, etc, for the Graduate Admissions. Then, somewhere around ten or ten-thirty I noticed my personal phone had a voicemail, so I picked it up in a lull between tours and phone calls and listened to it. It ended up being a call from my temping company informing me that Friday would be my last day on the job.
You know, of this 'indefinite' job I'd been granted. Needless to say that did not go over so well. I made it through the next half hour before taking my lunch at eleven, and sat in the gorgeous triple parlor I usually ate my lunch in and spent most of it not reading For Darkness Shows the Stars, but staring out the huge windows and trying to stop myself from crying everything time I burst into tears.
The rest of the afternoon was….dismal. I wanted to curl up into a ball and pretty much give up existing. Vacillating in quick slingshots between angry (for believing it was indefinite), sadness (for having to go back to the looking grind), frustration (at the whole situation), stupidity (for having granted myself the right to buy an expensive frivolous fannish thing, celebrating full time employment, only days earlier, with money that should have been saved for unemployment bills).
I would have canceled on my evening plans -- the free night out to Shakespeare in the Park in the Botanical Gardens -- if it weren't for the fact comments kept coming in, saying people in my Meetup group were depending on me to be there first and to have a huge tarp (since only a day, tow days, early people were debating canceling due to wet grass after our heavy rainstorms). Even though I was in the worst place, I did cancel since I'd offered to do these things for people.
Which turned out to be the right decision. Some great stuff came from it. I had an epiphany about being able to replace my inability to have dinner (after one hour's drive home and needed half hours drive to the park, combined with no time between but to get the tarp/sunscreen/bugspray etc and the 'unhealthy' food sold at the show). I realized I could make a fully healthy green smoothie (like I do every morning for breakfast) and drink it on the way. Which was amazing. [Green smoothies are a whole 'nother post I need to write up here, too.]
Thus, tarp and etc was packed, smoothie has made and had, and the play was actually amazing. I spent so much time interacting with brand new people from this new meetup group or laughing at the play. A Midsummer Night's Dream is probably the best I could have asked for in the way of silly, non-serious, not-poking-my-day in anyway, Shakespeare and for a while I forgot a lot.
Titania & Oberon's Fight from Act I
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It started out well enough, honestly. Normal stuff. Errands, phone calls, etc, for the Graduate Admissions. Then, somewhere around ten or ten-thirty I noticed my personal phone had a voicemail, so I picked it up in a lull between tours and phone calls and listened to it. It ended up being a call from my temping company informing me that Friday would be my last day on the job.
You know, of this 'indefinite' job I'd been granted. Needless to say that did not go over so well. I made it through the next half hour before taking my lunch at eleven, and sat in the gorgeous triple parlor I usually ate my lunch in and spent most of it not reading For Darkness Shows the Stars, but staring out the huge windows and trying to stop myself from crying everything time I burst into tears.
The rest of the afternoon was….dismal. I wanted to curl up into a ball and pretty much give up existing. Vacillating in quick slingshots between angry (for believing it was indefinite), sadness (for having to go back to the looking grind), frustration (at the whole situation), stupidity (for having granted myself the right to buy an expensive frivolous fannish thing, celebrating full time employment, only days earlier, with money that should have been saved for unemployment bills).
I would have canceled on my evening plans -- the free night out to Shakespeare in the Park in the Botanical Gardens -- if it weren't for the fact comments kept coming in, saying people in my Meetup group were depending on me to be there first and to have a huge tarp (since only a day, tow days, early people were debating canceling due to wet grass after our heavy rainstorms). Even though I was in the worst place, I did cancel since I'd offered to do these things for people.
Which turned out to be the right decision. Some great stuff came from it. I had an epiphany about being able to replace my inability to have dinner (after one hour's drive home and needed half hours drive to the park, combined with no time between but to get the tarp/sunscreen/bugspray etc and the 'unhealthy' food sold at the show). I realized I could make a fully healthy green smoothie (like I do every morning for breakfast) and drink it on the way. Which was amazing. [Green smoothies are a whole 'nother post I need to write up here, too.]
Thus, tarp and etc was packed, smoothie has made and had, and the play was actually amazing. I spent so much time interacting with brand new people from this new meetup group or laughing at the play. A Midsummer Night's Dream is probably the best I could have asked for in the way of silly, non-serious, not-poking-my-day in anyway, Shakespeare and for a while I forgot a lot.
Titania & Oberon's Fight from Act I
[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2236515.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]