It's both my boyfriend and my mother's birthday today.
Rob received a job offer. It's a contract position. It sounds like it will be a really good deal. They're going to call him on Monday to give him a precise start date.
I called back the two places that wanted interviews with me. One of them is a marketing/pr firm. I have an interview tonight at five o clock. It sounds like a good job. The company seems fairly dynamic and they're in a serious time crunch. I can start right away, which is a plus, since tomorrow is their receptionist's last day. I'm keeping my fingers crossed on this one.
The other interview is on Friday. It's for a news radio station, which is promising, although I probably wouldn't be so lucky as to have Dave Foley as my boss, nor do I imagine that an eccentric billionaire owns the station.
So it seems like life here is finally starting to come together, which is a relief after all the chaos. I really just want to settle into a life here. I don't want to travel for awhile, I don't want too much change, I've had enough. I just want to get into a pleasant routine, paint and write, work steadily, but I've had enough chaos for the time being.
Is that odd? Is it boring?
Maybe. But it's hard for me to juggle my life in a situation of unpredictability and constant change. Some unpredictability is fun. It stimulated the mind. It makes for too much writing. But too much, for me, makes me a scatterbrain. I can't focus on anything, I can't invest in anything. I'm constantly worrying about the back up plan for that sudden thing around the corner.
Some people thrive on a state of constant flux and unpredicatability. Not me. I like to have some time to get situated, time where I don't have to worry about these elaborate juggling acts every few weeks or every few months, and when there's too much change, I inevitably drop one of the balls and the rest of them go flying all over creation.
No thanks.
So now I'm looking for that time to process, time to paint and create.
But I need to wait on that.
The leg of my painting table broke during the move. Then it broke some more on the truck. Rob is out there on the patio, right now, trying to fix it. Supposedly it will be fixed by tonight.
I guess that figures. I stock up on enough paint and canvas to last me until the paychecks start coming in, and my goddamned table breaks.