This is her in all her one-eared, pissed at the world, love of my post-poodle life, glory.
She has her own chinchilla, an NWI-bred extreme mosaic named Miranda, and she stole my Christmas baby, Blue, the minute we walked in the door from Connecticut with her.
As soon as I figure out what to do with those domains I bought, expect to see installments of my first comic (I use that term loosely) about her, Captain Expensive Goes to the Vet.
In case I didn't mention it before, I excel at being an unemployed slacker. Even 23-year old me wasn't this good at it, and she is generally my watermark for all things lost up until the current 40-year old me was told in January that my job of seven years of fantastic benefits and intermittent dead-end misery was no longer a job. Libraries don't get much money these days, sadly not even private academic ones from their own people, and if someone had to go, better me than anyone who had actually bothered getting an MLS (yes, Library Science is a Master's degree), or even worse, my near-70 daytime counterpart who devoted her high-strung life to this last library of mine. I do miss the college kids who worked for me, but they had a tendency to graduate and leave me behind, anyway.
In case I didn't mention it before, I excel at being an unemployed slacker. Even 23-year old me wasn't this good at it, and she is generally my watermark for all things lost up until the current 40-year old me was told in January that my job of seven years of fantastic benefits and intermittent dead-end misery was no longer a job. Libraries don't get much money these days, sadly not even private academic ones from their own people, and if someone had to go, better me than anyone who had actually bothered getting an MLS (yes, Library Science is a Master's degree), or even worse, my near-70 daytime counterpart who devoted her high-strung life to this last library of mine. I do miss the college kids who worked for me, but they had a tendency to graduate and leave me behind, anyway.
Lovers of words, I have an important piece of advice for you: remain a library patron. Never believe that a life spent reading in libraries means that you should leap to the other side of the counter. At first, you'll save an insane amount of money checking out instead of buying books, but after a while, you'll forget that there's any magic or wisdom at all inside them. It isn't at all like getting the employee discount at your favorite store.
Maybe public libraries are different.
Now, when I say I excel at being unemployed, I don't mean I excel at being idle. In fact, I suck at it. My binge-watching habit, while interfering with the amount of music necessary for life that I listen to, allows me to knit an accessory or two a day, sell a few of them, look for impossible-to-find jobs that look like fun in movies (lawyers I've known have convinced me that said profession is not one of them): I want to work for a PI. I wanted to join the FBI, but in spite of all my other societal errors, it's defaulting on a student loan that prevents me from that career path.
I can't find any more indie record stores or indie arts/crafts/picture framing places to apply at.
So I make things, mostly hats of late. And chinchilla toys, which I don't sell, because too many of my friends are already toy vendors.
Unfortunately, today requires terrifying practicalities, such as finding out why Marketplace turned me down for insurance. The thought makes me feel deeply passionate about doing laundry.
Yeah, Tuesday, you are no friend of mine, not this time.
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