Preoccupied
Well, slightly less preoccupied about getting a job, now that all possibilities except one have become impossibilities. Le sigh. It's getting harder and harder to think that this is all going to resolve itself without me having to submit another batch of resumes and hopefully from there, go through a set of phone and fly-out interviews. I just don't have the energy for it. But on the other hand, I am going on a fabulous vacation for two weeks, so hopefully I'll come back refreshed, ready to kick ass on my one previously scheduled fly-out interview (though I do wish they'd tell me exactly when it's going to be) and, if necessary, use that momentum to propel me into the next round if interview submissions.
The pathetic thing is, if I wasn't so desperate to get out of here I could spend some of my time participating in, or investigating, activities that would make Albuquerque a better place to be. You know, like joining choirs, auditioning for plays, dating, spending time with friends. My mother suggested that if I do start doing a play, then that will be the trigger for the Murphy's Law that enables me to move - much as Gondoliers Asst. Directorhood did back in Aught Three. But I don't think that Murphy's Law works if you're counting on it. And also, getting into a play here would mean going on thousands of auditions and possibly establishing my credibility by tooling myself for the local musical theater company. In other words, it would be just as much work as auditioning for a job.
On the other hand, it definitely, definitely would be a good idea for me to find a happy medium between the job search and the other essential parts of life. Right now I have entirely too much time to worry about what my boss thinks of my various absences, and to refer to my job with terms like "soul-sucking" and "the daily grind." Not that that's unusual, but I don't particularly enjoy it. Well, when I get back from the trip hopefully I'll be able to cook up a new project that's fulfilling, or at least involving.
In the meantime, I've been spending copious amounts of time in other parts of the country - notably the SF Bay Area and, two weekends ago, a really wonderful trip to New York City. (New York was great, by the way, including musical theater, wonderful modern art (Rousseau, Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso, Magritte, Mondrian, Seraut, Van Gogh, and the list goes on), inane modern art (a box of Depends on a pedestal, anyone?), Italian pastries, pirated DVDs and designer purses, playing spot-the-Yarmulke, China Town, Central Park, Ethiopian food, a new hand-knitted camisole of which I will soon be the proud owner, lots of time spent with Maggie, and, following from the last, lots and lots of Starbucks. Oh, and an interview, and slightly more rain and wind than I would have requested if it had been up to me.) And the last trip to California was a lot of fun too, including dinner with daunzerly and hubby, dim sum with the gang, and watching pryankster as The Mikado and the 2nd Way to Leave Your Couch This Weekend, according to The Wave.
The weekend before that, Grandma was in town, and then Jeff came to take care of her while I was in NYC. Yes, it's complicated, but suffice to say she had a great time, even though a blizzard prevented us from getting up to Taos. During the week on her Elder Hostel she saw the sights and learned all about Crypto Jews. Indeed, Albuquerque is a nice place to visit (but you wouldn't want to live there ...).
And now my credit card bill for last month is, um, higher than it's ever been. Oops.
Oddly enough, this Europe trip is currently causing me stress because somehow it turns out that, like the Emperor, I have nothing to wear and am desperately in need of new clothes. This is strange, since as far as I know, I haven't been going around naked this whole time. Nevertheless, through a combination of neglect and weight loss (!!!!) I'm running dangerously low on clothes that look nice. Mom's concerned about "blending in" with the local Europeans. I don't much care about that, but I do care about not being nagged by Mom about how I look every five minutes -- hence the shopping. I've finished most of it, and am now the proud owner of:
Unfortunately, I'm also incapable of making fast decisions, especially about shoes, so it took me hours and hours to go shopping each time, even though today all I bought was a pair of pants, a pair of shoes, and nylons.
Oh, in addition to being a size 12 (ok, 14 at most stores that aren't Express), I also got a great haircut and got my eyebrows waxed. In general, I look Hott :)
Yes, I think about my appearance too much. And about my mother too much. But not, paradoxically, about my mother's appearance.
I guess that's most of it. Well, three more days of the grind (one of which I may be able to spend telecommuting), some frantic packing, and then it's off to Passover and Europe. Hooray!
The pathetic thing is, if I wasn't so desperate to get out of here I could spend some of my time participating in, or investigating, activities that would make Albuquerque a better place to be. You know, like joining choirs, auditioning for plays, dating, spending time with friends. My mother suggested that if I do start doing a play, then that will be the trigger for the Murphy's Law that enables me to move - much as Gondoliers Asst. Directorhood did back in Aught Three. But I don't think that Murphy's Law works if you're counting on it. And also, getting into a play here would mean going on thousands of auditions and possibly establishing my credibility by tooling myself for the local musical theater company. In other words, it would be just as much work as auditioning for a job.
On the other hand, it definitely, definitely would be a good idea for me to find a happy medium between the job search and the other essential parts of life. Right now I have entirely too much time to worry about what my boss thinks of my various absences, and to refer to my job with terms like "soul-sucking" and "the daily grind." Not that that's unusual, but I don't particularly enjoy it. Well, when I get back from the trip hopefully I'll be able to cook up a new project that's fulfilling, or at least involving.
In the meantime, I've been spending copious amounts of time in other parts of the country - notably the SF Bay Area and, two weekends ago, a really wonderful trip to New York City. (New York was great, by the way, including musical theater, wonderful modern art (Rousseau, Cezanne, Matisse, Picasso, Magritte, Mondrian, Seraut, Van Gogh, and the list goes on), inane modern art (a box of Depends on a pedestal, anyone?), Italian pastries, pirated DVDs and designer purses, playing spot-the-Yarmulke, China Town, Central Park, Ethiopian food, a new hand-knitted camisole of which I will soon be the proud owner, lots of time spent with Maggie, and, following from the last, lots and lots of Starbucks. Oh, and an interview, and slightly more rain and wind than I would have requested if it had been up to me.) And the last trip to California was a lot of fun too, including dinner with daunzerly and hubby, dim sum with the gang, and watching pryankster as The Mikado and the 2nd Way to Leave Your Couch This Weekend, according to The Wave.
The weekend before that, Grandma was in town, and then Jeff came to take care of her while I was in NYC. Yes, it's complicated, but suffice to say she had a great time, even though a blizzard prevented us from getting up to Taos. During the week on her Elder Hostel she saw the sights and learned all about Crypto Jews. Indeed, Albuquerque is a nice place to visit (but you wouldn't want to live there ...).
And now my credit card bill for last month is, um, higher than it's ever been. Oops.
Oddly enough, this Europe trip is currently causing me stress because somehow it turns out that, like the Emperor, I have nothing to wear and am desperately in need of new clothes. This is strange, since as far as I know, I haven't been going around naked this whole time. Nevertheless, through a combination of neglect and weight loss (!!!!) I'm running dangerously low on clothes that look nice. Mom's concerned about "blending in" with the local Europeans. I don't much care about that, but I do care about not being nagged by Mom about how I look every five minutes -- hence the shopping. I've finished most of it, and am now the proud owner of:
- jeans from the Gap
- two pairs of khaki capri pants
- one pair of shorts and one skort (like shorts, but looks like a miniskirt from the front)
- two cute cotton vintage-y skirts
- two polo shirts
- two nice knit silk v-necks
- several stretchy v-neck tees
- several stretchy scoop-neck tees
- one pair of expensive black walking sandals
- one pair of expensive black walking mary janes, suitable for use with pants or capris or even skirts
- one pair of flat-front black pants
- two pairs of nylons
Unfortunately, I'm also incapable of making fast decisions, especially about shoes, so it took me hours and hours to go shopping each time, even though today all I bought was a pair of pants, a pair of shoes, and nylons.
Oh, in addition to being a size 12 (ok, 14 at most stores that aren't Express), I also got a great haircut and got my eyebrows waxed. In general, I look Hott :)
Yes, I think about my appearance too much. And about my mother too much. But not, paradoxically, about my mother's appearance.
I guess that's most of it. Well, three more days of the grind (one of which I may be able to spend telecommuting), some frantic packing, and then it's off to Passover and Europe. Hooray!