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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Can't you just get over it?

In my recent freak out to find a job after my current contract is over, I plastered my resume all over the province in the hopes I would continue to be financially independant. Since that brave (har, har) day, I've had a few bites but nothing interesting until this morning. I'm intrigued by an After-Hours program they have in south-eastern Ontario. I'm going to interview for it and if offered the position, it's likely I will accept.

For two reasons:

1.) I can work from home *during the night* and stay in my pajamas unless an emergency call comes through and I need to leave the house.

2.) The salary is the same any other agency would offer me, and I do not have to carry a case load AND still get to stay in my pj's.

So, I'd theoretically have the days free to do what I please (sleep, sleep and more sleep) and work through the nights, and sleep (if I want) and have a good salary in order to save money for the big move next summer.

Having said all that, I must not count chickens before they hatch. I'll wait until next week, before I start pontificating about what a fabulous job it would be. The catch being it's in Belleville.

In any event, I'm just slowly putting in more time in the game of life as it is. I used to wait with expectation for what would come at me next, around the corner. I don't do that anymore, I guess I got tired of waiting. Watching. And I don't necessarily believe that anything could come around the corner at you. I think it only happens to others, by chance.

The weather is fierce. The wind was whipping through my window last night (currently covered in blankets because the landlord has not come by to fix it...still stuck open) and I listened to it howling around the corners and plastering leaves onto the window and sides of the building. I was slipping further down underneath my blankets, watching Terminator 3 for the 1000th time (mostly for the Nick Stahl feature) and wondering when it woud settle down out there. Then it snowed on my way in to work this morning. It may not necessarily look it, but it really feels winter is making an attempt.

Only 2.5 hours left of work here, and one week and 2 days of contract. Noone thought I was counting.

oh. But I am.

Are you loving the way your life has turned out, my dear?

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