Have I mentioned how my getting laid off (or something... it wasn't well explained) happened with frustratingly bad timing?
Just a wee little vent. I'm getting a good amount of writing done right now, but it's a little soured by the knowledge that no amount of writing is going to change the fact that I need a new job... And the process of job-searching will probably take away a lot of valuable writing time. More frick...
(And one semester left of school is just the icing on the cake. I get to apply to places and say, "Well, I almost have a Bachelor of Arts in writing... By the way I'm not available Thursdays.")
Update: And fantastic timing as always, less than an hour after posting this I get a call from (ex?)work, explaining that they welcome me to apply for a full-time position opening up in the fall, and that I can have it so long as no one exceeding more qualified steps in, and so long as I promise to utterly fit my schedule around them (which means rethinking choir and school) and work harder than ever... Okay, feeling a little overwhelmed by the need to make a decision now...
Update #2: Okey-dokey! Had a lovely emotional breakdown. Got over it. Re-read what I'd just written and realized I already answered my own question. My life will not revolve around working at a bookstore. Time to kick the applying my way into the film world into gear. Wish me luck!
Devious Comments
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~Just 'cause I'm cute doesn't mean I'm not dangerous~
Here I thought I was over it, but I'm definitely still feeling pretty emotional. This would be so damn much easier if I had some clear idea of places to seek employment elsewhere. I know I'd enjoy working in film, but the industry is so awful right now, here... And here I thought the recession couldn't hurt me because I have no money.
The biggest problem is I know what I want. I want a crappy little place to myself, enough money to sustain myself, and the time and space to write. And right now that feels so far away.
The bookstore situation is fantastically complicated. Logic and pride are having a lovely argument inside my head (figuratively... no crazy voice-hearing here!
And to top it off, all these heavy emotions are making it really difficult to concentrate on writing.
(One last note: It's kind of late right now and I know from experience that I almost always feel way better about these sorts of things after a night's sleep... So take my emotions right now with a certain grain of salt.)
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Beware the Evil Spork!
"There is no utensil of more unrelenting malice..."
"I think I just verbed a noun." (Joss Whedon)
I could phone her and leave weird messages... and she wont know cause its from ireland?! heeheehee
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It is in the moments of change
that we truly show who and what we are.
Unable to forget the past
but to struggle to move on from it.
Seriously, it's about time I got to hold some power over them...
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Beware the Evil Spork!
"There is no utensil of more unrelenting malice..."
"I think I just verbed a noun." (Joss Whedon)
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Mew...
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One day it'll become big and strong and who knows what it'll do...
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Beware the Evil Spork!
"There is no utensil of more unrelenting malice..."
"I think I just verbed a noun." (Joss Whedon)
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It is in the moments of change
that we truly show who and what we are.
Unable to forget the past
but to struggle to move on from it.
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~Just 'cause I'm cute doesn't mean I'm not dangerous~
I'm definitely feeling more decided, now. I don't feel I can accept the bookstore's potential-employment terms. And it's not just about personal pride (though it is about personal pride); I honestly could not handle having that job yanked out from under me one more time, and if I apply only to be passed over for someone more experienced, that is precisely what it will be. So I'm saying no. I'll say that I can't make the kind of commitment they're asking for, but I am still very available and if they ever need me they can call me. That puts me in control, and for me that control is worth temporary unemployment.
But I definitely need to get back on the job-search horse soon. I'm spending too much of my free time worrying about finding work and moving out, and not enough time getting actual writing done...
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Beware the Evil Spork!
"There is no utensil of more unrelenting malice..."
"I think I just verbed a noun." (Joss Whedon)
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