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GAAHHHHHHHHHH!!
It's mud season here and I'm SICK OF IT. The dogs ran the fence with the neighbor's dog, barking. When I went out to hush them up, King ran inside, muddy feet and all. Flecks of mud and dirty prints everywhere, including my bedspread (he jumped on the bed, then off), my iBook, and assorted magazines. My new copy of What Color Is My Parachute. Then Mickey came in behind him, and two wipedowns with a dry towel haven't been enough to clean him off. The rugs and floor need a cleaning, it's too early to plant anything along the fence to break up the party on a permanent basis, and they're still predicting damp and dreary off and on for the next week.
I hope it's sunny in Charlottesville.
The day job was irritating on so many levels I've lost count.
I remember reading that David Baldacci hated his day job as a lawyer so much that he spent four or five hours a night for three months pounding out the book that became his first bestseller. I think that's what it takes to induce change, anger on so many levels that remaining in one place just becomes impossible. You act or you explode, and if you focus the energy, you keep moving forward.
I hope it's sunny in Charlottesville.
The day job was irritating on so many levels I've lost count.
I remember reading that David Baldacci hated his day job as a lawyer so much that he spent four or five hours a night for three months pounding out the book that became his first bestseller. I think that's what it takes to induce change, anger on so many levels that remaining in one place just becomes impossible. You act or you explode, and if you focus the energy, you keep moving forward.
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Can't help with the weather...unless you find a good airfare to SFO in the next week...supposedly it is going to cool down to the 60s next week.
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Of course, sometimes your reach that point, and the universe doesn't up and roll out change for you... *that*'s not fun.
OTOH, just as I reached the point of considering ripping out my own liver as a more pleasant alternative to going to the evil day job, something just one notch better came right along. No fairy godmother solutions, just the next step back uphill.
I hope you find yours, and soon, and that it's at least a couple notches better.
And I won't even mention that it's been 90 degrees all week here in Phoenix... ;-)
BTW, love the specs!
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Thanks on the specs. I have received more compliments on these frames than any others I've ever had. And now that the new Transitions lenses were put in, they work as sunglasses as well, which is time-saving. I was tired of hunting for the sunglass attachments I'd been using for a few years.
I have applied for a few jobs here at the current company. All three are types of documents/writing jobs, much different than what I have now. It's anyone's guess whether I'll be asked to interview for any of them, but I did add the novel writing to the Other Interests section of my resume. Yes, I can write. Please give me a job.
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I'd think a day job writing would be helpful, keeping at least the prose-crafting skills sharp and in use through the day.
For me, it seems that the major factors are how cranky and physically tired I am after the day job. If I'm not, I can come home and rock. If I am, I spend all my time trolling lists and blogs.... :-)
Best of luck!