Miscelaney

(what do I do all day, post 3)

For the most part, I am being really really productive with my time off. Seriously.  I came at this “opportunity” with several defined goals (some professional, some personal) and continue to move steadily forward with operation: life preservation by teaching myself new skills and continuing to stay relevant.  Personally, I think it says something considering I could lay on the beach and drink margaritas all day, EVERY day while  in between looking for a job. And don’t kid yourself, many in my position do.

I’ve streamlined my day quite a bit since I was first shoved out of the working nest. Which is really good considering the enormous amount of time I spend everyday trying to be all technical ‘n stuff learning how to customize and maintain this blog. This is seriously a dimension of frustration I never knew existed. Probably wouldn’t be as much if I took a class, but, where would the fun be in that? So, in answer to what do I do all day? I spend a lot of time self-teaching. And cursing. And searching for answers on the internet and in support forums. I surprise even myself with my emerging-psuedo-inner-geek.

And since I’ve been boning up on a few new skills and feel like I have something more to offer than my already stellar self, grin, I’m circling back to my network. Coffee, lunches, drinks, etc. Planting and watering future potential. You just never know when the seeds of opportunity will take sprout (read: when someone will have some money to hire me).

So every day I continue to fight the good fight with my war on life, one maneuver at a time. But some days, like days like  today, I am thankful I know the boss so well (and overall, she’s pretty cool).  My site keeps crashing with new software and template updates (apparently they can be a little buggy), I’ve lost all of my CSS customizations I’ve been implementing over the past few weeks with said software updates, I’ve been in support forum hell for most of the past 24 hours, I’m hungry ‘cuz I haven’t gotten out to get groceries and I’m still in my pajamas. And most likely I’ve not brushed my teeth yet plus, drumroll please, I’m being terrorized by PMS.

 I see no good coming from the rest of the day so today is the day I’m going to blatantly feed the stereotype of being unemployed. I’m calling it and going back to bed. It will all be waiting for me tomorrow. All of it. Cuz where else will it, and I, go?