I'm doing better now. There are still bad moments now and then, but as my mom pointed out, my relationship with Boo lasted longer than most marriages nowadays, and it's to be expected that the loss will continue to hit hard sometimes.
Anyway, on the upside - NEWS! (and yes, large sections of this are taken from my email/IM to certain folks, so that's why pieces will look familiar) Last week I was browsing Craigslist late on Monday night (in HSV, I just click on the link for all jobs, because there aren't enough for the category distinctions to be meaningful yet) and found this:
http://huntsville.craigslist.org/tfr/196475187.htmlI thought it was kind of late to be replying, but figured it couldn't hurt to try. Surprise! I got a call that afternoon, and since I was willing and able to come to all the shows, he asked me to come ahead. It's really not so different from the stuff I've done in the past, promoting the Outpost in Space at the USSRC and selling cars at the dealership and customer service at the fast food places - all rolled up in one and a whole lot more fun because it doesn't have time to get boring, since it only lasts a week!
So, last week only, I sold programs and CDs at the Von Braun Center and hung out with the show folks in charge of the merchandising. Fun, and interesting. Also, I finally got to see a Broadway show - it's entertaining, and I like the dance numbers, though I can't agree with the message of the story. Made new friends and had a great time. I have discovered I really like standing in the middle of a crowd and shouting at them (I thought, "Hey, I'm a carnival barker!";)
They had a damaged mug when they were setting up one night (it's scuffed or has extra paint marks on it or something - no big deal to me), so I even got a souvenir. It's sitting next to my Hollywood clapboard mug on the desk right now. Yes, the Hollywood mug is full of pens. The Mamma Mia mug is full of warped Hershey bars my mom brought home because she left them in the car by accident a week or two ago, and now she has non-melty chocolate in her desk jar. People in the office tend to prefer the non-melty kind;)
I've figured out that a lot of my problem with certain jobs is my codependent tendencies - when I talk to people who have problems, it is my natural reaction to try to find a way to fix them. All of them. Even if it's more than my job entails and doesn't earn me any money to do so. Mamma Mia was refreshing because I didn't have to get to know the customers that well; make 'em laugh enough to buy the CD, and let 'em go. No delving into their history and the various methods they've tried and all the barriers standing in their way. Heh. I need to fix my head.
I dreamed about needing a haircut, with my hair hanging down almost to my shoulders. (All the more interesting because I *did* need a haircut, though not that much - I had to reschedule my appointment because I took the gig with Mamma Mia that day) It was weird. Of course, then it turned into this bizarre adventure running around this huge factory building with people trying to stop me from getting to The Woman who was in charge of this thing (with overtones of "kill if necessary"), and when I marched in uninvited, she treated me like the other folks there - like furniture to be shoved around until we demonstrated sufficient thought to be worth using (with the unspoken implication that we'd be discarded - possibly permanently - as soon as we were no longer useful). Everyone was kowtowing to her and trying to show her they had great ideas for a show/story, and I had shown up to this competition uninvited. What's more, when she shoved her uncapped inkpen in my pants pocket without so much as a by-your-leave, I pulled it back out and told her no. Everyone gasped. I told her in no uncertain terms that I would not be pushed around like that, and if she didn't like it, I'd leave. I then headed for the door, and she stopped me. Apparently standing up to her like that intrigued her. I always have the strangest dreams.
Had a deja vu moment at the VBC, though, standing in front of the merchandise booth and listening to the others talk - I swear I had seen that moment before, and I know for a fact it wasn't one of the other nights I worked there. It's really strange, but I seem to dream things before they happen. In this case, it's not a clear recollection, but I think I dreamed that moment years ago. Unfortunately, these deja vu dreams are so interspersed with random weirdness that they're not particularly helpful in the prediction and guidance kind of way. :\
So I can finally say I've seen a Broadway show, and I got paid to wander around in a crowd waving programs and CDs at them and trying to get them to buy. Well, I *will* be paid, at the end of the week;) AND I got to hang around creative peoples, like me! (my arms got very sore, though;) My shoulders are finally starting to feel normal again, but even though they were screaming at me all weekend, I loved it.
I had to take a test on Monday, to qualify to grade English tests (found that gig through
copperbadge, but I stuck with lurking and didn't tell him that :: blush :: ). It's funny; I passed two of the three sections the first time I took it (the test being to determine whether I could rate the examples with the grades they'd give it, not to find out if I know English;) but I had to retake one section. Monday after dinner I was working my way through it, and I found my emotions wildly shifting between "Gotta pass this, have to get into this, I can't stand it if I fail this again!" and "It's no big deal if I don't get this; I can always do something else; it doesn't mean I don't know anything." I mentioned this to my mom, and it was threatening to turn into a full-fledged conversation when my dad asked, "Are you done with it?" That reminded me to get back to the test; I told him no and turned back and clicked the button to indicate I was done with that question, and it popped up a box that said, "You passed." I had to laugh. I was done, I just hadn't known it yet;)
I might have to swallow my pride and hurt feelings and go back to Paypal, though, because there are just TOO DARN MANY freelance jobs that *only* pay via Paypal.
Managed to catch the last 3/4 of Common Ground (missed the capture - need to DL it) and liked it. Missed SG1 completely, though.
Had to take Wyberd and Smokey to the vet for their rabies updates Tuesday, right after my haircut, and the sky opened up right as I was getting ready to carry them out to the car. What fun. It was raining so hard I could barely see - visibility was something like 10 feet. About halfway to the vet's we managed to come out from under the leading edge of the storm, so I was able to carry them into the building without getting soaked again, at least. I got the same vet assistant again (it turns out her name is Kat. No, I'm not kidding.) and expressed my appreciation for the flowers. (Also got the same vet, but he wasn't very chatty either time) Wasn't very eventful, really, though Smokey slashed at people a couple of times - don't know why, but that's something she does a lot. Unpredictably. Psychocat.
I was holding Wyberd this afternoon, and he decided he wanted to flip over, so he flailed and caught my arm with his claw. Deeply. It's red and purple in a mark the size of a nickel, now. Started out about the size of a dime, and only pink in the middle, but it's grown since then. It's pretty sensitive right now - mostly a really bad bruise, though, as far as I can tell. The actual puncture was pretty small, so the rest of it is the bleeding under the skin. I got to thinking about it, and I think the poor guy can't figure out what he's supposed to do. He's not real bright to begin with, and he's got a psychomom who slashes at him and hisses for no apparent reason, so how is he to know what blows are due to something he did? Poor confused cat.... I'm trying to get through to him, but it took months to convince him to let me touch him in the first place, so it could be a while before he gets the hang of *not* digging into me when he's comfortable on my lap;) It'd be just my luck he'd finally figure it out just before he dies - he's not young, either - ten or so...
I'm also thinking of putting my resume/portfolio up on LJ for the various things I'm good at doing singing/acting/voiceover, film/stage/video production, graphic/web design, etc. I've been pondering it all day, but I haven't been able to pin it down in a concrete form. I've felt off-balance all day, like when you're going down a set of stairs and the next one is lower than you expect. I think it probably has something to do with the fact that last week I was busy, and this week I have more time. I was rushed last week, and I'm not this week, so I keep expecting something to happen, and when it doesn't, I'm kind of surprised.