Last Monday I was quietly freaking out because I didn't have any work scheduled for the year except for a few Saturdays and a chunk in January. As part of my hyperventilation, I called the temp folk and told them I was available.
One week later, I've been offered enough real and potential work to last me through next August and I'm wondering why I agreed to sit here at this temp job.
It happens this way every year. I think I forget because the part of my brain where that information is stored gets cluttered with the 600 names I have to learn over the summer and the fact that even though it's a sunshiney time, I spend ten weeks in a dark and scary theatre. It's all deja vu down there.
All of the work I have this year is mostly the same as last year except I'm teaching a class at an arts school. In the south. Like, I'll have to catch a bus at 6:30am. I think it will be all right, though. I go in for training tonight, so we'll see. I hated the last school I taught at, but I have complete control over what I teach in this class...which starts next Wednesday.
But truly, the biggest thing on my mind is how in a few days Yellow Dog and I will be riding dune buggies in Oregon. And sharing a mailbox in Ballard in October. Yep, dune buggies and letters are rapidly clearing 600 names outta my head.
Posted by Ida at August 31, 2004 03:08 PM(wheeeee!)
Posted by: mol at August 31, 2004 03:32 PM