So yeah. Not so much with me having a job anymore.
And I do not want to say anything bad about my workplace, nor do I want you to, because it was strictly financial and they assured me over and over it had nothing to do with me or my performance, and that I could come back should it be possible AND I'D LIKE TO DO THAT.
If you are just getting here or you were just born or something, in which case perhaps you should be napping and not reading this depressing blog, this JUST HAPPENED TO ME. Last year. I had a job at another [insert my field here] and due to the economy and the part where I was last hired I got laid off. Then I found this current (past) job, which is (was) six minutes away, and I loved everyone there, and my boss was cool, and oh crap.
That's all I have to say about that. Maybe they based it on last week's bowling scores.
I got home late yesterday afternoon and immediately signed up for unemployment. And do you know it remembered all my info? Sad. And do you know I remembered my PIN? Similarly sad. Then I wrote my old boss at the place that laid me off last year, and he wrote back immediately and sounded kind of encouraging about being able to find me something, at least freelance work.
Then at the same minute, literally, I got a statistics book to proofread, from that company I always freelance for. That just came by coincidence, so that's a relief. At least I have some money coming from somewhere for this week.
You know what I wish I had done? Is kept that big stash of money I had, what?, two weeks ago. Instead I paid off a credit card, which I know is good, but still. And I'd frown about this but of course the rest of that money I put into my forehead in the form of rat poison.
Hey, maybe that will help me get a job. I'll seem 36 rather than 46. You think?
So I can start my statistics book today, which is good, and also I found many things that need doing around the house while I am stuck here.
I can learn to use the Gentle Leaders I bought for the dogs, back when I was flush and could spend $11 on leashes. The trainer who was here a few weeks ago (www.marciasbestdogs.net) had my dogs walking RIGHT NEXT TO ME with these.
I've tried Gentle Leaders before and Lu gently lay in the street like road kill when she had it in. But that trainer? Had her walking in five minutes.
The last trainer I had here similarly tried the Gentle Leader, and said, "In all my years, I've never met a more obstinate dog than Tallulah." I was kind of proud of Lu for that.
I can paint the redunkulous ceiling. I realize that will actually take money to do, but as you can see it needs doing. This is in the spare bedroom, where Lily and Iris hang out. Does anyone have how-to-paint-the-ceiling advice? Oh! But that reminds me.
Marvin sent me a picture of Anderson Cooper, all grown up, for our viewing pleasure. He looks the same, doesn't he? Marvin calls him Ampersand. I mean, he didn't change his name, he just calls him that instead of Anderson, thinking he's hilarious. Who misses Marvin thinking he's hilarious? ...Anyone?
Anderson/Ampersand is a beautiful cat. And he and Henry just love each other. Now I suppose some yahoo wants Marvin to send over a picture of Henry. June and her revolving jobs and cats and men.
Honestly, if I had blogged from 1998-2007, it would've been same job/man/cats. Okay, I switched jobs, but from 1999-2006 it was the same ding-dang job all the time, at least.
This also gives me ample time to work on my art. AKA my paint-by-numbers I bought at Michaels. I should totally do a giveaway after. Win June's fine art! Who WOULDN'T want a yellow and purple and brown and red painting? It'll look great in the family room.
I must go, because my old work just called to say they are delivering my personal effects from my desk and I do not wish to look like a loser in her robe, which I currently do. Who wishes she could answer the door in a barrel just to be hilarious?
Oy.
