Life has been crazy this summer. The degree to which I miss my usual summer is scary. And by usual, I mean, being on vacation from school and having a "summer" job, rather than a "psudo-real" job. I call it a "psuedo-real" because I still call this mythical thing called a "teaching job" my "real" job. Someday.
Changing "psudo-real" jobs made the summer even worse, because then I had to train, and for a while I was working two jobs.
I love my new job. The theater is a lot of fun, and the people are nice. The technial aspects of the job appeal to me, and if I had to do this for another year, I wouldn't mind too much. The only catch is the ownership of the chain is notoriously tight with a buck. There are things that the GM and I would like to do to improve things, but we can't get the owners to sign off on it.
However, I still miss the mental stimulation of academic work. I realized the other day that I haven't had a serious converstion about history in nearly a year. That makes me sad.
I had an interview at Hillsboro-Deering High School, I might hear something back this week. Keep your fingers crossed.
The next chapter of DTR is at my beta, as I'm sure all of you who care will be happy to know.
That brings me to my next point. I don't know what it is, but my muse has been AWOL most of the summer. Sure, I've been doing bits and peices of other things here and there, but the DTR muse has vansihed into the night. My intrest level has also dropped. I don't know why. I'm not taking pleasure in things like I used to, and I don't know if that's a summer thing, of what. Tante, if you're reading this, I'm trying but I can't seem to stay motivated on the radio thing. I wouldn't blame you if you went and replaced me. I'm just....BLAH...this summer.
So many things come one after another, it seems as if I can't keep up with them lately. I need a break, vacation, or something, but I can't afford to take one, because I've just switched job, etc...I'd love to take some time to get away, recharge the batteries, something. Lately, I feel like I've been running on the raggedy edge of empty for weeks on end.
As the musicans would say, something's gotta give.