Det Nya Jobbet

I finally got the call I've been waiting for: a temporary assignment from the agency! I will be an administrative assistant at a children's hospital in the city. I don't care about the commute. It will be better than the previous one, and I will finally have an income again! I start on Thursday. Tomorrow, I have to go into the city to take a drug test. All they'll find is that I have shitloads of cold medication in my system, LOL! My cold is now at the "cough-your-lungs-out-and-lose-your-voice" stage. I just had edamame for breakfast. I am gonna ask the girl who lives upstairs from me if she will go get me some more cold meds and some orange juice without pulp. I am too sick to go walking outside in the cold. I'm drinking lots of tea. I might make parsnip-carrot soup tonight, if I'm not totally zonked out by the meds. I have my appointment with my therapist tonight, but I just can't make that trip into the city with this horrible cold. I called to cancel. So, I'm also not gonna be able to go with my friend to pay tribute to her high school friend who committed suicide, and I'm not gonna be able to go to the Halloween benefit that my animal shelter is having. I AM FUCKING SICK!!! I am both excited to start my job, and nervous about going into the world of work again. I lost track of how many weeks it's been since I quit my former job. Let me look at a calendar...this is the twelfth week of unemployment. My schedule will be 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., so I will hopefully be able to work part time at a doggy gym during the evenings. It's gonna be brutal to get up early every morning again, but hey, that's whatcha gotta do if ya wanna pay tha rent! Employed status, here I come!

Hej

So, here I am, writing in my new blog. I should tell you more about myself. I live on the outskirts of a big metropolis. I have been unemployed for almost three months. I'm sick with a cold right now, and haven't done shit all weekend. I'm beginning a new life as an "almost vegan" (I'm not being strict about it). I am applying to graduate school in social work. I volunteer at an animal shelter and an animal-assisted therapy organization. My whole fucking life and self changed about 2 1/2 years ago when my partner suddenly died. I now live with a lot of grief, but I also have a depth of spirituality and love and hope that I never had before. I had two choices: let the tragedy destroy me or let it make me stronger. I chose the latter. I am enjoying being unemployed, even though I'm broke. I'm broke, but I feel peace for the first time since my partner got sick almost 3 years ago. I will get a gig soon, though. I am almost 30 years old, and I spent most of my 20s being incredibly confused and lost and miserable. The path for me has not been laid out by anyone who came before me. I have had to find my own way, so it has been very hard to figure it all out. I feel like I've now made a map for myself, and I know where I'm going, how to get there, and I have the patience and wisdom to love the journey itself.

Första Post

Hi. My name is Fuzzyblue and I live in a lair out where the squirrels scrounge for nuts before the snow comes. I will be writing about all sorts of things here from now on. Right now, I have a cold, am high on Nyquil, and I'm about to conk out for the night. Goodnight!