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insomnia.... it's not just for breakfast anymore
I've been up all night. I'm not really sure why, other than my currently unemployed state affords me the opportunity to watch the sunrise from the back, instead of rising with it to drive to work. I pulled an all-nighter with points and darkwolfie on Friday and into Saturday, getting the con book ready for Anthrocon. I'm told that Points put it to bed about 24 hours ago.

I am not in bed with my sweetie, where I should be. I have no good reason, other than I just haven't been tired enough. Maybe it was the midnight sugar binge, I don't know. Carbs tend to make me sleepy -- that blood sugar spike and crash put me out quick, so much so that I've been known to use cookies as sleeping pills. Not tonight. Perhaps it was counteracted by the caffiene in the Diet Coke that I love so. I'd go downstairs and nap in front of the TV in my comfy chair, except that I can't watch TV down there. The tuner crapped out on the stereo tonight and we have no sound. We'll probably bring my TV in from the garage. It has sound, at least. Won't be as good as the stereo, but until we can get the tuner fixed or replaced, it'll do.

I want to go crawl in with him, but I have things I need to do today... like look for a job. I emailed a resume for a job for which I would be perfect. I just hope that they don't think I'm overqualified. And then I might go up to Salem and apply for a job as a waitress at a diner, and then over to Wolfie's workplace, and maybe apply to be a collections agent.

I'm not nutty about that last one. Collection agents scare me. They have always been the enemy, and I'm just not sure it's something I can really do. Wolfie tells me it's just a job, but I so closely identify with my jobs that I'm just not sure I can tell myself "I'm a collections agent" without shuddering. I'm proud of him for being able to do it, but in keeping with my newly-minted devotion to my college's maxim "To thine own self be true," I'm just not sure it would be right for me to talk myself into this one. When I find myself more excited about the possibility of working in a diner than working the phones collecting money from people, I should probably listen to that.

(I've decided that the voice in my head --my conscience/intuition needs a name. For now, she is Cassandra, because I never listen to her. When I get better at listening to her, she'll get a new name.)

My horoscope for today, in the very paper in which I found the ad, read, "There's an excellent chance that an opportunity of a lifetime might be handed to you today at work. You'll be perfectly suited for the job." Join with me, won't you, in asking the universe to grant me this little wish, for help finding a new job so I can support myself and stop draining Wolfie's resources?

Sigh. The morning sunlight is streaming in through the window in the computer room... and here I am, getting tired. I can't win.

i feel: irritated irritated

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chite From: chite Date: June 24th, 2003 04:22 am (UTC) (base camp)
I don't think I knew you were unemployed.

I know a lot of people in a lot of places.

So, where do you live and what do you do?
tashabear From: tashabear Date: June 24th, 2003 12:12 pm (UTC) (base camp)
I live in Lawrence, MA, north of Boston, south of Salem, NH, and I do Everything. Office work, mostly, admin assistant stuff, data entry, I've been an HTML coder, done some light design work, like designing the interface for Knowne World Mail (http://kwm.sca.org -- see https://secure.sca.org/kwm/credits.html for my graphic design credit). If it involves a computer, I can figure it out (generally speaking). I just got done assisting with the editing and layout of the con book for <a href="http://www.anthrocon.org>Anthrocon 2003</a>, a convention for anthropomorphic fans that will attract nearly 2000 people. I've scooped ice cream, I've waitressed, I'm slung a paint brush, I've served my country as a transportation officer in the Army Reserve. I like to think of myself as "versatile".
2 trips or shoot the rapids