The Outlook Email notification dings occasionally –on the work computer– but I mostly ignore it. The occasional car zooms by outside, down this country road I live on. I look up at each car out of curiosity. I just saw a posting online for a new job that would be a PERFECT match for me. It’s through an agency though…so…yeah…but…this is how I get my jobs… and I ain’t even sad about it. Anyway, I applied, and the agency already called me, and they said they’d throw me into the running for the position. I am super-enthused about the opportunity, and I’m having a little trouble settling my spirit and keeping the expectations low and keeping the reality grip: this ain’t that great of a job…but it’ll do…it’s a near perfect match skill-wise/experience-wise –basically—it’s what I do.
I just want to fool around now. I want to pace a lot. Blare music. Dance, clumsily. Kick a little soccer ball around. Act stupid. Scare my cat (unintentionally). I won’t drink till five. I’ll keep one ear on the part-time diminishing, but still existing, work -on the work computer…and on the fun computer: I’ll read blog posts, and I’ll blast music. If somebody skypes on the work computer, I’ll prolly go do what they want me to, but if they don’t, I won’t…basically…and that’s my day. So there’s not much to this blog post, but I just felt like posting.