So I guess I put it out there in that last post. The next weekend I got a text on a Saturday morning...offering me work! I had been getting a little tight on funds. Not quite to the extent of breaking into my 401k, or calling backup support (tm) in land o Cleve. But uncomfortably so, in my best guess. I had been going to meetings, interviews. Doing my due diligence on the jobs boards. A little pro-bono work to keep me sane. But when a friend asked me over wine one night, "do you really want to work?" I had shrugged my shoulders. By the time I wrote that post I was ready. The day before, maybe not so much so. I only have one friend who really believes in "The Secret." She had a few anecdotes about needing something to happen, willfully putting it out in the world, and such things magically coming through. I cheerfully believed it happened for her. Kind of like with ghosts. I believe in the stories people tell me, getting chills and excitement all the way through their stories. But I don't really think it will ever happen to me. Because I just don't believe in them, so they won't share themselves to me. Which is fine n dandy as it fits within my understanding of the spiritual dimensions so far. They can stay on their side and I'll stay on mine. Let's keep the mystery between us. But did it work for me, when I really needed it to? Who knows. I'm more of a believer in doing good work, and hey, smiling.
I just caught an express train home, and was feeling quite happy about it. My particular train line is slow and stops quite a bit. It usually doesn't smell like urine and doesn't have a vibrant homeless contingent on it, but the ride can be arduous when all you want to do is sit in your window with a glass of wine after a long day with shopping bags. I guess my line was all backed up, and when a man motioned for me to take my headphones off and hear the good news, I was delighted with an emptying train and an entire bench to myself, and an express ride to the stop just before mine. On my walk to my house, I decided to move my car which has been on the opposite side of the block since last Tuesday. There was a wild storm on Wednesday and the water line was up to the door, so I left it there for a while to dry out. But the first thing I noticed was that some punk kids had knocked off my lovely Mercedes hood ornament. Little fuckers. What good is a jalopy Mercedes without its shining masthead? Now its just a jalopy. What are they going to do with it put it on a chain around their neck? I guess in the grand scheme of city crime it's not so bad. No one broke in. No glass to replace. Still, feels like karma for my magical train ride home.
I also want to put out a small eulogy for one of my favorite blogs. My friend was moving out of state, and I was looking forward to keeping tabs on her through her hilariously insightful and often curmudgeonly blog. Someone at her former work had gotten hold of it -- she found out her former boss had been reading it -- and it had to come down. I will miss you! I hope that all of your writing energy will be put into a smashingly good book, or material for you to create your own one-woman stand up routine in your new home town. We cannot let this impasse take away the thoughtful ramblings of which I've become so fond.
And work is good. Its the place I was at late last year that kept me very busy at odd hours, but this time around there's not as much overtime or frustrations. Plus, it was so much easier coming in this time. Knowing where the bathroom is located is one of the very first perks of walking into a familiar place. I know how to do everything I need to do. Except manage animation timelines. I am learning to just add a day to any estimate a graphic designer gives me. Its working out well on this second project. An opportunity to learn as well!
Hope karma, fate, work and any secrets you have are working out well for you, dear reader.
xo
E.




Recent Comments