02.22.10
Gotta stop ranting
Good Gods, so much has happened since my last post. I actually finished sculpting the Mermaids yesterday. They never made it to Faeriecon. Gotta post more pictures. Got the museum display done, show is over, it's back in the workshop.
Today begins my 8th week back at the Big Bad Bank. So far, things are much better than my last tour here–I won't go into detail here–I save that for the private rant blog so I don't get busted blogging about work. It's gotten me in trouble before.
All that said, I need to quit posting so much in the "rant" blog and get back to posting the good stuff here.
FaerieCon was yet another wash. Proof yet again that Joe Public does not "get" the idea of OOAK dolls as art. I did the Art Museum show on the 12th of December, and to my shock, I sold the bubble fairy. By then I knew I had the bank job back, so I turned around and blew my profits on a new purse from the vendor next to me. I love it, and dammit, I deserved it.
So, after hitting rock-bottom financially, I'm back to raking in the cash at the bank. I'm also working my ass off for it, but that's ok. Things had gotten so tight while working at the GS, I actually broke down and applied for a night job at WaWa. I never heard from them, and just as well for three weeks later, I heard from the Bank.
I had a shot at a telecommuting job in Baltimore, which had me kind of excited, but alas, they hired someone else. No biggie, since I'd already said yes to the bank. I wonder if I have the self-discipline to work from home anyway–it would be just too tempting to go work on dolls and leave the real work till the last minute. I suppose I could do it if I had to–it would just be hard to resist the temptation and all the distractions. People have said to me "wouldn't you miss being around other people?" Fuck no. I LIKE being alone. I'm hardly the misanthrope that Jim is, but there's hardly anyone here I'd miss if I left.
I all but quit the Brandywine Harps. I blew off the last two Mini Club meetings. I may just bag the club altogether. I've had to let some things go in order to keep from overextending myself. The BHO was starting to get to me–too many concerts, way too many rehearsals, and I can't keep up with the music anyway. Janet is taking it in an almost professional direction, and I just can't go there with it. I still do the website, and I might do a couple of the fall concerts, but for now, I'm out. It's kind of a bummer, but I got so I was dreading every rehearsal and concert. It's nice to come home after work and know I don't have to be somewhere.
I've cleaned up my attitude toward work too. It makes all the difference in the world. I used to drag myself in here, hating every minute of it, dreading every day of it, feeling like a loser. Now I rejoice in the fact that we're not broke anymore, and am making a point of not blowing the money we make foolishly like I did before.
I've had to modify a few dreams too, but it brings them closer to being real. The log house has gone by the wayside, replaced by a small modular cape cod that I pray we'll be able to order by the end of the year. By then, we'll have money saved, bills paid off or at least down by half, and hopefully I'll still have a job at the bank.
I've made my cube more comfortable than before. I miss that fabulous office at the GS, but it was going away soon anyway with their impending move. So I'm making the best of it, and being grateful for being here every day of the week.
So here I am blogging on my lunchbreak, happy to be able to just sit by myself if I want. I'm hoping I can get them to hire me full-time by the time my 18 months are up here. I've seen other contract employees, good workers even, get let go and replaced just so the bank doesn't get in trouble for keeping contractors too long. Word on the rumor mill is it's 18 months and it's hire-em-or-fire-em, according to legal.
It's mostly good at the moment, and I can't complain.