thrihyrne

One of the things that I love about my work hours (11 a.m. to 8 p.m.) is how much I can get done before leaving the house. By 8 o'clock this morning I've:
~ showered
~ taken out the trash
~ swept and mopped the entire downstairs
~ wrote an email to my grandmother telling her how many compliments I got yesterday by fellow choir members on the knitted suit I wore, one she knitted in the 60's
~ painted my nails
~ admired my car, which is white again instead of super-dingy grey (I went through a car wash last night on my way home after the choral Evensong)

And now I'm stitting down to my first cup of coffee to share these things with you, then modify an internal application to apply for a tech support position. I will apply for the London job when I can, but things really do move slowly. If I could switch over to tech support, I'd definitely be back on full-fledged talking customer service, but those skills are also more marketable than the genre-specific data entry I'm doing now. I need to look out for my own interests. I have also realized that despite my legal difficulties of last year, I still have put away potentially enough to live on in a frugal manner for about a year. I couldn't do that and do my worldwide travels, but it does mean that if I keep saving up through the summer I could find a place to move and make plans for that in early or mid-autumn, and simply give my notice and get paid out with my paid time off, spend a month visiting the people I want to see, come back, pack up and go. I could certainly have a month or two in the new place to look for job and whatnot.

So. Application, then I'm retreating to my room for an hour or so to write on Wraeththu fic. Oh, and I was remiss in not mentioning a lovely long letter from