Write That Book!
I have never had more stories than I do now, and at this very moment, never felt more motivated, inspired, or confident to pursue it. I think that right now, as I stare another birthday in the face, it's time to make it happen. The goal amount here will cover my rent and groceries for a few months. I don't live extravagantly in general (if the eight inches of undyed regrowth on my head are any indication), nor do I have any plans to start. I would just like to survive, pay my rent, eat more than instant ramyun, and write. When I was in my 20's, I worked my butt off to support a gentleman so that he could stay home and write, and after a year, he had nothing to show for it. That will not be the case for me.
Mom always believed I could be anything I wanted to be. I would love to add "published writer" to my list of achievements. (Sorry, mom, I know you wanted "law school graduate" on there, but I don't think that's gonna happen.)
Packing sucks, but it's coming along quickly enough. Just dropped off the last load of laundry at the laundromat (and found, to my chagrin, that the dryer sheets I'd brought them to use have apparently been used on somebody else's laundry, which makes me extremely cranky), and the bedroom just has a few bits and pieces left. Tonight, I'll tackle the things in the office and the kitchen, and I should be in pretty good shape. It's taking longer than it might, because I'm doing all the packing, etc. by myself, but it *is* coming along.
Speaking of which, I need to get back to it. I'm having dinner with a friend in about an hour, so I've got some time to get some of the last piddly things in the bedroom taken care of before I have to make myself look presentable in public long enough to eat some soup.
I was just informed that the position has been filled. So, y'know, while I'm trying to tell myself that "it wasn't meant to be" and "this is a learning experience" and "hey, you did your best" and all that good stuff, there's the rest of my brain that says, "so much for being confident and honest and trying for something you've never done before". I guess that 72wpm isn't fast enough for a "fast typist" position, even though the head of IT, one of the people with whom I interviewed, says that HE can't type that fast.
So today, I will be rummaging through more job listings, trying to maintain some level of self-worth, and doing my best not to have a complete breakdown. Wish me luck. Better, wish me a good job. I'll take all the help I can get at this point.
Monday was Movie Madness night (as usual), and I got to deliver a pair of gloves that I'd been commissioned to make, so that was cool.
Tuesday, I attended a training session for a cruise line that's launching a new booking engine. The lunch they served beforehand was pretty okay, but I could've learned everything I needed to know from an online tutorial and then not only would I have saved the $30 I spent on transit, but I also would not have had to deal with the nonsense that went along with this training. I've often commented on how travel agents behave like savages when they gather in large groups, and this was no different. I can't say that I feel like the money I spent to get there and back was well-spent, but I saved the receipts so that I can claim them on next year's taxes.
Wednesday, the comparatively small $5 I spent on transit was VERY well-spent, even though it involved a total of about 4 hours getting to and from, because I found a free Korean language class in the faraway land of Flushing, Queens. The teacher couldn't have been nicer, I got my learn on, AND the library is right next to an H Mart, which means that should I ever have some extra cash to spend on tasty Korean groceries, I will only have to go a few extra steps.
Wednesday night, I was informed that there was a package for me waiting at the nerd bar I frequent, so yesterday, I went there. The return address was the distributor of the product, and there was no note enclosed, so somebody who doesn't have my home address sent me a random bag of Korean crab-flavoured chips. No clue who might have done such a thing.
In other news, I've now gone 12 days without lighting a cigarette, AND I'm not stuffing my face with food constantly. Yay for vaping!
Bad news: Totally stood the hell up today by a guy from OKStupid. Apparently, he "totally forgot", even thought he was the one who pushed to set something up for today, and he did so last night.
Good news: When the bartender at my local Applebee's was informed that I'd likely been stood up, the cocktail she poured me was supposed to be a vodka cranberry, but she basically showed it a picture of a cranberry bog and said, "Okay, vodak, taste like this." It was a very strong cocktail with only a faint pinkish tinge.
Bad news: Today feels like a total waste of eyeliner, and I'm having a FatUgly day to top it off.
Good news: Prometheus is on the TV.
I dropped $5 that I shouldn't have needed to in order to get stood up today, but it was only fair that I pay for the spot I took up at the bar while I waited. So now I'm going to get back into my sweatpants, make myself a sammich or some mac n' glue, and work on finishing my current knitting project. Pretty cranky about being forgotten about, and it's probably contributing to my feeling FatUgly, which bothers me even more. It's probably best if I just knit and try to ignore it. The world, she keeps on turning, and I got a really strong cocktail for happy hour pricing, so I'm trying to see the silver linings here.