Don't you just love fall? Well, I do. It is a serious contender for favorite season, especially when it's as lovely as here in Virginia. Today on my walk to 7-11 (you guessed it, a Diet Coke run), it was just so gorgeous that I fished my camera out of my bag and took a few pictures.
Our neighbor has the loveliest maple tree that has been dropping these beautiful red leaves all week. And there's nothing quite like walking through fallen leaves on a sunny day. I love the crisp air and that distinctive autumnal smell.
And with this I bid adieu to funemployment for a while, as I start another temp job tomorrow morning.
You know how last week I was all gung-ho about my job search? Well, everything changed when my temp job ended suddenly on Thursday. Here I am unemployed again and doing everything that I can to avoid the actual task of applying for a job. In my defense, there are a lot of things that I have needed to get done that I had put off that I have happily marked off my list. But the fact remains that job hunting is one of the most odious chores imaginable that just can not be ignored.
I am recovering nicely from yesterday's funk and was reminded of a couple of things:
1) Chocolate makes everything better - everything but bacon, it doesn't need any help.
2) When you do good things, good things happen.
Tonight I went to institute*. It wasn't all that convenient and I considered skipping it, but I went anyway. The lesson was good. And afterward, I talked with a friend who, in the course of our conversation, helped me find the passion, direction and hope that I had misplaced somewhere along my job hunt. It was just what I needed.
* Institute is a bible study class, of sorts. It's a program within the LDS church for young adults to study the Bible and other scripture.
And oh what a Monday it was. It all started out with the snooze button. I pushed it 5 times this morning, which meant that I started the day and hour behind schedule. And when I finally got to work, all the free parking spots were taken. So, I parked in 2 hour parking - intending to come back in a couple hours and move my car - and promptly forgot. 4 hours later, I suddenly remembered my poor car which at this point had a giant parking ticket tucked under its wiper. I moved it anyway and knowing that I fully deserved the ticket made my way back to work. But, not so quick, on my walk back I was stopped by an old man - probably drunk and possibly homeless - who proceeded to tell me how beautiful I was and that I should take that as a real compliment coming from a black man. Then he showed me the dimes that he had just found on the sidewalk and said that I had made his day. He was a real charmer and It took some finagling but I finally managed to let him down easy and get back to work.
Later at work, I found out that the internship that I had been all but promised at EPA is a no go. Back at home, I'm feeling all uneasy and anxious-like - maybe I'll self medicate with some chocolate fro-yo.
