complexity abounds

About to listen to: My new Greenday CD I got for $10 at Virgin MegaStore (International Superhits)
Feeling: Pooped

Blech. I feel drained.

Work wasn't bad today. I kind of liked it. I spent half the day ragging, and the other half doing little things like adding ligatures, converting numerals to old-style, and hunting for em dashes and inch marks. But it's the rags that are the killer. *pulls hair out, runs in circle, sits back down*

Oh, man. I liked it, and work flew by, and I had a yummy burrito from Chipotle, but of course I got an email from somebody I had interviewed with in like May, saying that they were thinking they might hire someone afterall, and was I still in town and unemployed. So now I think all the PGH job offers will come out of the woodwork, because that would make my life even more complicated. Bastards. He even said what I had suspected--that things had slowed down in the summer, because everyone (including clients) goes on vacation and then in the fall it gets busy again. Ugh. I don't quite know what to tell him. I will probably settle for what I usually do--and tell him the absolute truth.

Someday this honesty thing is going to kick me in my ass, just like those damn rags earlier today. (For my ID buds, just in case, the rag is the uneven right side of a column of text.) Hopefully it will be worth it. But really it doesn't matter. I've got to be honest for my own crazy sake, and whatever happens happens, I guess. Sheesh. My damn attempts at integrity. What am I thinking?

Why does my life only seem to get more and more complicated? It was never complicated before. Grrrr. Employment! I can't wait till I can be self-employed so I have a whole different set of problems to worry about. Oh, and let's not even talk about love.

This place is looking to plain. I'm going to look around for some pictures to throw in here.

Off to enjoy a vanilla chai and read The Dragon Quintet. I am almost done.