Whew! Just finished a nine day work stretch. How the hell did I work three jobs AND take classes in the 90s? I dunno. Funny how age just suddenly creeps up on us like it does.
As of today, I have eight more shifts at the bookstore. I have nearly been in tears saying goodbye to people. And I am sure as the last days continue some real tears will indeed be shed. I have been so comfortable in my position, like it was something that suited me so well. I am sad. It's a very bittersweet farewell.
I have been starting up the new gig and learning all the ropes. I am hanging my head in sadness as vacation becomes some elusive thing. And a pay cut. And expensive health insurance. I have already reworked my new budget and it's sad. Thank God for free events. (Sharon Van Etten was awesome Monday night!)
I am hoping a creative surge hits again. Working like this sucks the life out of me....
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