

In the past week, I visited five retailers to inquire about specific services and did the same at a local movie theater (sorry, can’t offer details!). Yes, cool cats, it’s come to this: I'll whore myself out for a buck any day. Actually, more like $120, not a bad booty call for the effort involved.
I ran into a friend of mine today who used to be an SVP with a major record label and like me, she was laid off (actually, four times over the past decade, thanks to continual downsizing). She was saying that in time, she didn't miss what the music biz has become and had lost her mojo for being out until 3 a.m. every night at events... I could really relate.

Those things I don't miss have reached a point of outweighing those I do. The lack of camaraderie,

Over this past weird, confounding, frustrating, depressing but ultimately empowering year, I've somehow kept my head above water.

On Valentine's Day, I told partner Ayhan that I was weary of wondering, "When is the next big thing going to happen?" I finally realized that while the present isn't what I expected at this juncture in my life, well, who the hell can plan for much of anything anyway? I wasted so much

And this part-time, temporary U.S. Census Bureau gig... It’s a blast. An adventure. And for as long as it lasts, it’s an income. And look outside. Spring begins on Saturday, and the forecast is sunny and 72 degrees. It's only going to get better.
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