I'm really frustrated with my job. It's not just the day-to-day annoyances; I would like to make more money so I can get more traveling in and work on our little house. I have one of those weird state positions that is constantly being threatened with furloughs (but, not flat out eliminated -YET) and we haven't had a COLA raise in ages, so there's really no moving up. There are future plans (not related to my job) in the works, but that is a slow-moving beast.
In the meantime, as usual, I'll make do with what I've got, but my wanderlust is intense and eternal. Making the house into a base of operations becomes more important.
We still don't have curtains in our bedroom. We've lived in this house for three years, so it's time.
Anyway. February is here. We've got Lunar New Year, Mardi Gras, a visiting cousin, and a three -day weekend in view. We were going to go see Tame Impala in OKC, but scrapped that in favor of possibly going to Chicago (again) to see Django Django (again) in March. My love for them is REAL.
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We also need to plan a summit meeting of the minds so that we can plan our respective exits - perhaps by making vision boards, Life Lists, or just trolling the Craigslist "Gig" sections?
Damn, gal, I am almost at that point where I am not above making a damb vision board. Let's see it, right? Laughing out loud.
I thoroughly enjoyed that second Hand of Man video. I want a picnic in the middle of a dance party.
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