I have a critique of the current effort to get health care reforms that I will save for another time, because I'm happy to see a public debate that is not cowtowing to all the various interest groups and, well, I think this speaks for itself:
13 Days to Go
The trip to Chicago for the job interview is back on. The company has been very accommodating and understanding regarding the Southwest Airlines stupidity. The nice thing about the whole affair has been that I will feel better about working for this company if the job is offered.
My tax woes continue, though I know that it will get resolved, the whole situation is a continuation of last year's fiasco that put me in my currect position, so it angers and frustrates me more than anything else. Let's just say I'm learning a lot about business deals that go bad.
I'm still quite anxious about the future, but definitely feeling more positive.
One highly positive development is that I'm writing to you from home. Not having Internet access at home has crippled me in various ways, including writing for this blog.
Also adding to my relief is Carl's recovery. He's not 100% yet, still getting tired a lot sooner than normal, but he is definitely up and out of bed. His creativity is coming back as well. He wrote a beautiful song last week based upon a dream he had. It was so wonderful to see him playing guitar and writing after such a long illness.
The short term picture has left me quite anxious, but I am bullish on the long term:
1. I've never been clearer about my desire to write for a living and how I want to go about making that happen.
2. Both Carl and I are growing in our creativity.
3. I'm starting, finally, to make some friends here in Vegas.
4. Several of our projects are starting to pick up some steam (more about that in later episodes).
Hopefully, I'll have some idea if I got the job for the summer before the last paycheck on the 27th. That will at least help me decide where to head next.
in the meantime, I remain anxiously optimistic.
23 Days to Go
So I'm starting to freak out a bit.
I had a line on a job, but get this fat fans, the company booked the flight to the interview on Southwest Airlines. Knowing that the airlines probably would insist I buy a second seat and knowing that I didn't have the money for a second seat, I called the potential employer and told them that there could be a problem. They cancelled the flight rather than buy the second seat and now I'm in limbo. ARRRGGHHH!!!
I'm trying to get my taxes done. (An irony, I know, since I'm working 40-45 hours a week preparing other people's taxes.) Today I found out that I'm going to be forced to file an extension for reasons I can't publicly disclose. So adding to my work worries is tax worries.
Carl has been sick for over 3 weeks now. I'm deeply worried about him. He is not proned to long illnesses and we're heading into "something-more-than-a-cold" territory.
I have some positive things going on. I may start learning how to drum. I've joined a convenant group at a local Unitarian church and I'm actively searching for a literary agent. And a dear, sweet friend spent over an hour on Sunday listening to me cry and I have to tell you that was more needed than I knew until I did it.
I still cry every morning and I still feel more lonely than I've felt in years, but I haven't lost hope. I guess the words of the poet really describes what I'm going through right now the best:
only
I've been through
this too many
times to be
nervous.
Okay, so I'm writing.I have a break at work right now and nothing to do, so I thought I'd write just to get back in the habit of checking in here.
Not much to write about.It has been a frustrating week. I put an application in for a position that I'd really like to get, but it took me all week to get the materials together.
On the other hand, I now have a solid base of my written work in .pdf form so I can easily send samples out to prospective employers, supporters, etc.
I'm currently working as a tax preparer and I have only 47 days left to unemployment. I'm trying to trust whatever the process is, but I'm frustrated by my lack of resources and my lack of significant progress in finding something that makes sense for my life.
I don't handle frustration well.
So back to taxes!