Why does June suck, you might ask? Work. My clutch went out. Money woes. Mysterious doorbell ringing at 2:30 am when I'm home alone. Brian away in San Francisco. Messy house. No time for grocery shopping. And much, much more.
There's a major deadline coming up at work. It's always a struggle to get everything in by the deadline. Some of it is just communicating with artists, some is interoffice disagreements and strife. A big part of it is total disregard for established deadlines. For whatever reason, I'd like to just skip over June and head into July.
I don't think anyone from work reads this blog, and I don't think too many colleagues read it, either, so I'm going to put this out there: I need a new job. The WFC has had us on furloughs for the three years now. I simply cannot afford to live in Elko anymore. Add in the trouble like I described above, and I'm ready to leave. It's rather disconcerting that I'm deeper in debt living in a small town than I was in Chicago, where I actually pulled myself out of debt enough to buy a condo. I'm also done with the desert. I want to be somewhere lush. We're mainly looking at San Francisco, but at this point, if there's grass, a lake (or ocean), and it's in a city (or very, very near one), then I'll consider it. So if you've got leads for work in the cultural sector, please let me know. Or if you know of a well-paying retail job or office work. I can do that, too, as long as I can afford to eat.
Luckily, I have vacation planned for the end of the month. I'm so excited to make it to one of my uncle's pig roasts. Not for the pig, of course, but for the fun and family. We're then heading to a wedding and spending some time in Toronto. Where there's grass. And a lake. And a city. I can't wait.
Oh, and one more thing!
That's me with the blue knees!