It’s not quite the end of the world as we know it, and I’m doin’ awww’ite…
In other news, my life has just kind of … settled. I’m tying up projects that I’ve had for a bit (still have some stuff overdue, but hey, workin’ on it, workin’ on it) and at this point, I feel like I really just… I need to figure out what’s next. I have to decide what’s up. I could probably get myself a full time job if I used my networking contacts, but I don’t feel like that’s what I want. Which brought me to the question of “What do I want?”
Right now, I think my next step is going to be working on getting a part time gig that’s 20 or 25 hours a week or so and will fill up what I pull in on unemployment – to have that stability would really take a load off, and then what I can make as a designer doing freelance will become my money to get ahead. (Right now, what I make as a designer I report to EDD, and once I’ve surpassed my allotment for the week, then I have money that’s above my budget.) So yes. Have to work on a part time job and find something that will plug that hole, get my sorry butt off the dole. 
Better news:
The “Life incident insurance” for my BoA credit card finally went through, and it’s possible that seeing the effect of having a year of minimum payments, interest, and fees taken off my balance may have caused me to audibly gasp when I realized my new balance is under $200. I put a good portion of my state tax refund into my ING acct., but I think I might take a scoche out of my federal when it hits my account to bring myself to zero, just ’cause I can. Weird? Yes. Cool? Very yes.
“Gods, I really can do other things” news:
Went up to the Getty with Birk on Sunday afternoon, had the fun of not only seeing the Rembrandt exhibit, but also introducing Birk (who’d never been to the Getty) to the ergonomically tiny stairs. The first time I visited, Polgara told me that the stairs had been specifically designed to be the perfect height for the most steps with the least fatigue or something of that nature. Of course, she said that after I got impatient with having to do a bajillion tiny steps & just used my spider-monkey legs to take them two at a time.
Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.
I’m hitting that threshold where you have to decide if it’s easier to stay up for another three hours before you have to be somewhere, or try to get only 3 hours’ sleep and try to wake up. (as the fact that I’m blogging might indicate, I’m leaning towards staying up.) It’s not that I mean to fuck up my sleep cycle, it’s just that I sit down to do work, & get distracted by the shiny things online like… a week’s worth of the Colbert Report on Hulu that I haven’t watched, and I think, “Oh, I can let that run while I do work”… and then it severely slows down my work productivity. Then I realize that half the day is gone, & I start to actually do things, and I look up and somehow it became midnight.
:sigh: I need an office. As much as I don’t miss having a boss or the politics & other various crap, having that structure really is something that I always found useful. And that’s something I’ve been working on for a while, but just haven’t gotten the swing of as yet. I’d been using Starbucks on the days that I’m on the west side of the 405, but I need to figure out something for when I’m footloose & fancy-free the other days of the week.
Okay. My dog has just walked over to the couch & placed a paw on my leg in a bid to get me to go to bed. This is probably a sign that the universe wants me to abandon the internet & get some sleep. Hopefully, around 5am, I’ll be able to get up.
Music: I’m no Angel – Dido
