I’m like the zombie blogger these days, aren’t I? Just when you’re sure I’m dead and gone, I pop back up and someone has to saw my head off. I hate it when that happens.
The good news (if you like this blog at all) is that I’m hoping for a small life change soon–Employment stuff. We’re still talking, and I can’t be entirely open about it yet, but it should help refocus my mind, and a change in my hours will likely leave me more time for either internet poker or blogging. Though the lack of change in pay will probably mean I’ll go with option b. It’s cheaper.
So what’ve you been up to lately? Really? No kidding? Well that’s fascinating, now let me tell you about my life.
I’m glad we’re currently kidless. I have no idea what I’d have to do for spare time if the hours I do have were occupied with parenting.
Garbage: Still hard at it. After a slump post-Christmas, which is only expected, my company was daft enough to let go four drivers. Naturally, most of those drivers were roll-off bin pushers. This makes some sense, as the big bins are mostly used in construction, and guess what doesn’t go on a lot around here in mid-winter.
At the same time it was dumb. Short-sighted at least. Business has started to pick up again. In my own little fief (where I’m the sole bin runner for an area roughly the size of … well, something damn big), I’ve delivered half-a-dozen bins in the past month. However, they’re short drivers in the bigger fief to the north, and I’ve had to take on a share of that work as well. My weeks have shot from about twenty-five hours to forty-plus.
So I work. At the same time, I got involved in another stage production, Many Hats Theatre Company’s “Rope’s End.” I’ll post more about that on the acting blog.
And furthermore, I’ve been keeping my hand in with professional editing work. I’m working with a guy who wants to break into the self-help-motivational-public-speaking field. I feel the sector is a bit over-subscribed, but that he has great passion for what he wants to do. So I’m happy to help him put together his particular package and slant on the issues of the modern workplace, and how to secure your place in it.
Last month, between rehearsals, work, and editing, I was working eighty or so hours per week. Time to blog? I had to brush my teeth in shifts.
Summer’s on its way. The spring so far has been largely chilly and damp, but the promise is ahead. I’m attempting to put together a motor scooter for summer transport. I plan on taking the summer off from theatre. It’s heartbreaking, but I want to do a few things: Hone my craft, fix my scoot, get on with some projects around the sadly-neglected house, and hopefully learn to blog regularly.