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It's overcast right now, and the clouds are thick and grey up in the sky, making it a good day, in my mind, to stay indoors where it's warm and comfortable. Not only that, but it seems that I can't quite shake this sinus infection either. Some days I feel better, so I venture outside in search of food or company (or both, of I'm lucky), and then the cold and damp weakens me just enough that in the evening and into the next day, my sinuses burn again with the resurgence of the infection. So today, I'm not taking any chances. I went through the burning again last night, and today I'm going to stay indoors where there are blankets and tea to keep me warm.
Which makes even more sense when you consider that I absolutely have to go out tomorrow to pick up some cat food. I may as well take my rest where I can get it.
G's shawl should have been finished by now, but I've been procrastinating again. It doesn't help that every time I see a book lying around, my first thought is, "Oh, I haven't read that one for a while," and I want to spend my hours reading instead of productively working on the holiday presents the way I ought to. But with the help of a few documentaries and R being at work until tonight, I should be able to get it finished and to start on T and V's blanket. Nothing like having soft comfortable things draped across your lap while you're making them to inspire you to keep working on them.
I finished Mercedes Lackey's Foundation last night. Or rather, I finished it for the third time. Her Valdemar novels are so captivating that reading them again is often as enjoyable as reading them for the first time. I'm looking forward to the second book of the Collegium Chronicles trilogy, though as of yet there hasn't been a release date announced. No matter, the restof her books will keep me busy until then. I picked up Fire Rose immediately after putting Foundation down last night. It isn't another Valdemar novel, but instead one that combines alchemy and high sorcery with Victorian American, and I find that combination to be really interesting. Some authors probably couldn't pull that kind of setting off as well, but Lackey has such talent that, well, I have yet to run into a story of hers that I actively dislike. Some I like less than others, but none have ever evoked a reaction so strong that I wouldn't read the book again at some point.
Still no luck in finding a new job. I keep putting out resumes every day, whenever something new is listed on the government job bank website, but so far I've had maybe one interview for every fifteen resumes I send, and nobody has called me back after an interview. I used to be so lucky when it came to employment. Back in the early days of working, it used to be that if I got an interview for a job, I would be hired. Once I was hired on the spot, and told to come in the next day to get a uniform and start orientation. But now I don't seem to have that old luck.
I suppose it doesn't help that I've spent the past half-decade working in well-paying call centres, making $2-3 above minimum wage per hour. I don't want to be in that environment anymore, but most other potential employers see the kind of wages I was used to earning, decide they can't pay me that much, and assume that I won't be interested in working for them. If they're kind enough to call me for an interview and address that subject (as only one of them has to date), I can explain to them that the rate of pay isn't an issue, that I know I won't earn as much but that I want a change from that kind of job and the pay isn't the important thing. But most don't even let me get that far. They make the assumption and decide against me before they even meet me.
I'll find something eventually. I know that if I can't find anything in December, my father's on standby to lend me another month's rent, though I don't want to have to resort to that. He's not rich. He can help me when I need it, but I don't want to have to need it, and I'm sure there are better things he could be spending his money on. But I'm keeping hope alive that I can find a job soon and that I won't have to borrow any money from anybody else.
If only I could find a job that pays me to read books, drink tea, and knit. Then I'd have it made!
Which makes even more sense when you consider that I absolutely have to go out tomorrow to pick up some cat food. I may as well take my rest where I can get it.
G's shawl should have been finished by now, but I've been procrastinating again. It doesn't help that every time I see a book lying around, my first thought is, "Oh, I haven't read that one for a while," and I want to spend my hours reading instead of productively working on the holiday presents the way I ought to. But with the help of a few documentaries and R being at work until tonight, I should be able to get it finished and to start on T and V's blanket. Nothing like having soft comfortable things draped across your lap while you're making them to inspire you to keep working on them.
I finished Mercedes Lackey's Foundation last night. Or rather, I finished it for the third time. Her Valdemar novels are so captivating that reading them again is often as enjoyable as reading them for the first time. I'm looking forward to the second book of the Collegium Chronicles trilogy, though as of yet there hasn't been a release date announced. No matter, the restof her books will keep me busy until then. I picked up Fire Rose immediately after putting Foundation down last night. It isn't another Valdemar novel, but instead one that combines alchemy and high sorcery with Victorian American, and I find that combination to be really interesting. Some authors probably couldn't pull that kind of setting off as well, but Lackey has such talent that, well, I have yet to run into a story of hers that I actively dislike. Some I like less than others, but none have ever evoked a reaction so strong that I wouldn't read the book again at some point.
Still no luck in finding a new job. I keep putting out resumes every day, whenever something new is listed on the government job bank website, but so far I've had maybe one interview for every fifteen resumes I send, and nobody has called me back after an interview. I used to be so lucky when it came to employment. Back in the early days of working, it used to be that if I got an interview for a job, I would be hired. Once I was hired on the spot, and told to come in the next day to get a uniform and start orientation. But now I don't seem to have that old luck.
I suppose it doesn't help that I've spent the past half-decade working in well-paying call centres, making $2-3 above minimum wage per hour. I don't want to be in that environment anymore, but most other potential employers see the kind of wages I was used to earning, decide they can't pay me that much, and assume that I won't be interested in working for them. If they're kind enough to call me for an interview and address that subject (as only one of them has to date), I can explain to them that the rate of pay isn't an issue, that I know I won't earn as much but that I want a change from that kind of job and the pay isn't the important thing. But most don't even let me get that far. They make the assumption and decide against me before they even meet me.
I'll find something eventually. I know that if I can't find anything in December, my father's on standby to lend me another month's rent, though I don't want to have to resort to that. He's not rich. He can help me when I need it, but I don't want to have to need it, and I'm sure there are better things he could be spending his money on. But I'm keeping hope alive that I can find a job soon and that I won't have to borrow any money from anybody else.
If only I could find a job that pays me to read books, drink tea, and knit. Then I'd have it made!
