Drifting Along

Seems to be the theme of my days now. An endless cycle of logging in, checking the job websites, maybe an interview- and then attempting to figure out what to do with the remaining 14 hours in the day- that doesn't involve spending money.

Maybe it is the heat of summer or the realization that if I walk out the door, I'm going to spend money. Or, it could simply be that I reached my final birthday in my 30's. That was a stunning realization. Oh my god- where did the last 10 years go? Irony? I'm in EXACTLY the same place I was this time 10 years ago. Out of work, facing a career change and freaking out about money. Scary- you bet. 5 year plan.... yeah, right- 'scuse me while i fall on the floor and laugh my #ss off.

I sat here yesterday and indulged in a good, old fashioned pity party. Yes, I'd like some whine for the cheese. And, why shouldn't I? Right after I got fired- or released from Energy Hell as I prefer to think of it, I hit the ground running. I was calling recruiters as I left the parking garage. Rather like the time immediately after someone dies, I got distracted with survival mode, making sure plans were made, unemployment and health insurance arranged- somewhere in there, I forgot to allow myself some time to cry, get pissed and grieve. I miss my paycheck. I miss the few friends I had there more.

Now, the constant rejection settles in- and it is sometimes hard to keep positive. I turned down an offer, early into my search because I knew it wasn't enough to support me. Now, comes the second guessing. I'm horrible with free time on my hands- and not so disciplined with sitting down to "work" on finding a job every single day.

And, having lymes has made me shift in different directions. When you have 4 good hours a day, how do you make the most of them? Lately, my days and nights are totally shifted- they've been doing construction at night, right below my bedroom window for months. I begin to twitch at the sight of a construction worker now. Maybe the Vampire Blood Bank has openings?

No answers, only more questions. Maybe one of these days I'll figure out what I'm supposed to do when I grow up- or not.

Her Snarkiness Speaks....

Greetings Minions,
The human is out of the house and being the absent minded ditz, left the computer operational.

News from the Realm:
My enforced winter exile draws to a close in a few short weeks. Arrangements for summer progress will begin soon. It is time for us to journey to the distant borders of our realm and keep the peasants in good order.

Progress is a joyous time. We escape our human keepers, greet the public, wreak havoc at the pavilions and frolic with the the court musicians. The rule of the Faire- dragons always win. Our reward is the loser of the joust. And, tasty they are indeed. Marinated and spit roasted knight- quite the delicacy, especially when accompanied by a fine mead. Ah, rustic living- at times, playing peasant is an amusing diversion.

By some planetary disaster, a hatchling has entered our midst. She is petite, pink, flighty and extraordinarily odd. She happily slobbers on rose quartz. It is my duty to sit upon her and school her in proper dragon snark and etiquette. Thankfully, she does not reside in Palace Mayne. Poor Lord Barney- he has his claws full. Last I saw him, he was looking decidedly frazzled. Note to Human- obtain gin for him. IMMEDIATELY!

And, the Human returns.. must attend to pressing business in the realm.

C
Empress of the Entire Universe