There is a place that I thought of, that I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist and that it’s mine.

There are people who live there, who I’m pretty sure don’t exist except for inside me.

This could be interesting.

Tom is not laid off, so this summer vacation is actually just summer vacation and not the last desperate 10 weeks until his paychecks run out!

Sort of glad it’s Friday, but Monday is when Tom might receive a lay-off notice, so the weekend probably won’t be too fun. UGH.

Things are tense round here right now. California is slashing its education budget and Tom’s a teacher… so, we’re waiting to hear if his school district is going to lay him (and bunch of other teachers) off to try and meet their $5 million short-fall.

Neither one of us has made more than two years into a job before being laid off or having such a horrible situation that we couldn’t stay on any longer. And Tom’s a math & science teacher – that’s supposed to be stable work, y’know? And we moved to an area that desperately needed teachers. We made “good choices.”

“Good choices” don’t mean shit if the world is completely fucked.

After about five days of being in pain, doped up, and napping off and on, I had a sudden burst of creative energy and finished up a bunch of knitting projects and started a couple of new ones. My pace has been pretty good. That’s what I spent last week doing. I’ve been back to work for two half days and I can already feel the creative part of me draining away. *sigh*

It’s times like this that I really miss my recruiting consultancy. Enough so, in fact, that I spent a few hours this morning looking for contract opportunities – anything!

I’d be happiest spending 20 hours a week screening applicants and referring candidates. It’s just so much to work to make something like that happen.