Hells bells. As I mentioned in this post from my website, I have a new job! Entry Level Self Promotion. yay me. However, as you can see from my freshly vacuumed floors and the start of another zombie apocalypse blog post, I am in avoidance mode. It must be time to write Artist Statements and emails with newsletter invites. gah. But first let me tell you about my weekend!
OK, that’s not entirely true. What is true is that I sold the photograph I had up at this month’s Vox show! (Man, I love saying that!) Yep, that’s Chris, the reluctant model for one of the Utata Iron Photographer projects. And speaking of Utata, guess who is part of their new Code Ninja Strike Force? That’s right – me! And that is their title, not mine – these are
And it comes to this… I am now officially unemployed. An innocent victim of corporate downsizing. /insert mild freak-out here/ 9 ½ years at Positron and now nothing. There isn’t even an office to go back and visit. Everything was packed up and moved out yesterday afternoon, basically leaving no physical evidence of where I spent a good part of each day for the past decade. And that is surreal
I should post something… I’ve got nothing. I packed the last of my personal belongings from my desk today. But the things that are upsetting me I can’t talk about here. And in the long run, they aren’t important. So in other news, I couldn’t get my doctor to write me a note for Taekwondo class stating that 100 jumping jacks are not good for me. Quack.
Last Monday I hit the ‘anger phase’ regarding my forthcoming job loss. And I’ve got to tell ya, I enjoy a low-grade petulance far more than being depressed! Nevertheless, all the ups and downs of the last two weeks are making me seasick But here is the really strange thing that I have been reluctant to talk about. As soon as I found out I was losing my job, things
And I most certainly do NOT feel fine. I should be writing about my new Taekwondo classes. Or that Chris is out of town and I’m staying up too late each night, as is my way. Even going on about the wicked awesome lightning storm we had last night would be better than what I’ve got for you – which is a swift side-kick to the gut! Ok, maybe