The (Job) Hunter Games, day 4

Day Four. So far I've:

1. Washed the dishes.
2. Watched a bunch of Penn and Teller's Bullshit!
3. Cleaned the living room.
4. Written 700 words for NaNoWriMo

Now I'm sitting with Bahamute, writing, and killing time until my friends come over for pre Catching-Fire Hunger Games viewing.

I'm feeling better about life today. All the proto-work done on the living room paid off today, and now there's a visible difference. I'm a very visible learner, so seeing results makes me happy. I even gathered the wherewithal to use the lovely hair fork my future in laws brought from Florida.

Like this, but black and with a pretty seashell

So, why blog? Ehh, I'm hitting a bit of a wall with the book. Just a bit apathetic with physically getting it on to paper. At least it's just about a thousand more words and I'm done for the day.

Super excited about seeing Catching Fire tonight. I enjoyed The Hunger Games books, but feel they were written expressly to be turned into movies. It'll be nice to see the intended end product.

Plus lil Thor.

Yep. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Also organized the library books, which I'm gonna hit tomorrow. For real. Swear it. Also, putting it online and having to report on it will provide incentive. Heh. No pressure.

Well, I can't stall any longer. Back to the NaNoWriMo slog. Eh.

The (Job) Hunter Games, Day 3

Things accomplished since the beginning of the week:

1. Totally clean bathroom
2. DVDs cataloged and (mostly) back in their proper cases. Alphabetization still in the works.
3. Food in the kitchen inventoried and sorted. A little. Kinda. Ongoing work.
4. Area by the green chair cleaned up. A bit.
5. NaNoWriMo kept up on. Still working on words for today.
6. Baked a cake.

I am not as optimistic as day one.

Day one I was super productive, and setting the interview helped with that. I finished the bathroom in under an hour. After that, hours of work spent on other areas of the house with so little (visibly) accomplished is very depressing.

Which is not to say I'm about to give up. It's just hard when you don't have immediate progress.

Today, we're going to visit my future brothers in law for a hangout (thus the baking of said cake). It's good to get out of the house for a while and relax. Be with people. Tomorrow we'll be seeing Catching Fire with a few friends at Midnight. They're coming over, so that's further incentive to get the living room clean.

Now it feels like a waiting game. Wait while Bahamute is at work to show him all the things I've done since he left. Wait to go to the store for essential commodities. Wait to do something. Anything. Kill time cleaning and planning.

I'm also working on wedding stuff. Finally booked the caterer. Got the guest list ready. Going shopping Saturday with my big sister for a veil. Productive. Doesn't feel like it. The wedding is well into next year. It feels small and far away next to not working.

So here I sit, listening to Bahamute sing 'The Sadder but Wiser girl for me' while we drop off keys and run errands on the way to his brother's place. It makes me feel better. He's very talented. I always like to hear him sing. Even when he sings the wrong lyrics of Bad Moon on the Rise, just to make me laugh.

I feel like I've let him down. He's worked in a job he's hated much longer than I did, without quitting. Then I up and leave. The responsible one, fiscally and in almost every other facet of life. The planner. The reliable one. I quit.

He's not a wild and crazy guy. He has plenty of responsibility too. But out of the two of us, I'm the one who keeps a level head and takes care of things. And now, I have nothing to take care of but the house and him. At least among my many plans, I planned for a loss of job, and saved accordingly. We won't starve or anything. Hell, we're going out to a movie tomorrow. I haven't touched the money in the bank yet. Hooray for self control.

So, here I sit, typing on a bumpy road, making lists of things I still need to do. Read the library books. Clean all the rooms n the house. Write the last f my NaNoWriMo words. Start a hot new line of horror for grade schoolers ALA Goosebumps and make millions.

That last one may be a bit optimistic. But I'm still gonna try.

The (Job) Hunter Games, Day 1

Well, my first day of joblessness is off to a smashing start. So far I've

1. Watched an episode of Star Trek TNG

Star Date: -309119.1459601725. My back hurts and I'm cold.

2. Cleaned the bathroom.

Too bad I'm not Catholic.

3. Scheduled a job interview with the County in two weeks.

And a few assorted other things, making lunch for Bahamute, etc. But I'd say day one is off to a good start.

Now, the County thing is by no means assured, but I feel a lot better having this interview than not. I passed the first part of the screening process a week or two ago, and now go on to an interview and a typing test. Well, you remember I just picked up some books that may help, and have an abundance of time to bring up my typing speed. It's not too shabby right now, thanks to NaNoWriMo, and this blog.

So, that just leaves the rest of the day.

Well, I still have to finish my 1666 words for NaNoWriMo. Yesterday, thanks to Spamalot, I found myself two days behind. I made up, writing over 3k over the course of the day, in between killing Orks.

It's just like this.

My house is in desperate need of cleaning, so every day I'm not paid, I'll be working to get the house in order. I will keep myself busy. I will keep to a schedule and not let myself sleep all day, just because I can. It'd be far, far to easy to let myself be slothful during this time. That would only lead to despair.

Well, I'm off to work on the novel, take care of the neighbor's dogs, and begin work on another room...maybe the loft (aka Harley's person room, stay out Humans). Wish me luck, internet.