Day 306 - The Times Are Changin' in These Foolish Things

  • Nov. 2, 2025, 2:04 p.m.
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Good morning from Time Change Day!

I’m not doing NoJoMo prompts, but since I’ve done NoJoMo for the past TEN YEARS in a row here in Prosebox, and I suppose at least five or six or seven (?) back over there in OD, why stop with an entry-a-day this year? As you all know, I love a challenge.

So, it’s 7:15 in the morning right now and it feels…well, it feels like 7:15 to be honest. I guess I took my sleep extra seriously last night. I’m going to be super sad when the sun sets so freaking early tonight! So I better get an entry in and then get on with this day.

Yesterday started out stressful. I have a text exchange going with the “Three Blind Mice”, which used to be my two work colleagues and me at the Cool Cat Company. I may have mentioned that group text before? Maybe not. Anyway. We’ve added Kitty Cat and changed the name of the group chat to “Furriends Furrever”. Kitty Cat informed us that she’s found the attorney she’s going to use to settle this mess with Head Cat and the Lesbian Mistress, and said that she doesn’t even have to interact with them ever again…the attorney will do all of the communication, so she was relieved.

Then the other two Blind Mice were asking me all kinds of questions that agitated the hell out of me. 3/4 of a Valium later, I told them that I had to go meet my friend for brunch (and essentially to leave me alone - I hope they got the point that they were stressing me out!!).

Brunch with Best Bud yesterday in the town that’s midway between us was extra special. We both drove 1.5 hours to this really beautiful old refurbished hotel to have brunch in their brasserie. It’s a lovely place. We had a lovely time. Some heart-to-heart (BB reminded me that I could actually retire today if I had to…I would just have to change my whole lifestyle and live the extreme frugal life, but I wouldn’t have to live on the street - which is my biggest nightmare). But you ALL know that I don’t want to retire!! I have a lot of work left in me! I LOVE what I do. I just hate that there are so many motherfuckers out there that prey on people who just want to do a goddamn good job and go home and rest at the end of the day.

And then we took a little walk around the small city’s downtown area. Visited a few vintage/antique stores (soooo overpriced because they are in close proximity to a vary famous area of town that capitalizes on “vintage” looks for home building and decor). It was a fun afternoon, and I appreciated it very, very much.

Then home to literally do nothing else. I honestly don’t remember what I did yesterday late afternoon, but I do know that I fell into bed last night.

I just tried to sign in to the unemployment website for my state. I keep getting an error message. Is this a result of the government shutdown? I may have to deal with that tomorrow. I hate this so much.

Tomorrow I’ll need to do this:
* Figure out the unemployment baloney
* Push for getting my separation paperwork updated/signed
* Push for resolution of the samples I have in my garage
* Continue with aggressive networking (connect with 5 people/day)
* Continue with agressive job applications (apply for 5 jobs/day - may not seem like a lot to you, but what I do is specialized and there are not a lot of jobs out there that fit)
* Make a list of posts to write for LinkedIn. I’ve started posting, and sometimes one of them hits a bit and I get noticed. Not sure where exactly that will get me, but it feels like I’m honing my chops a bit? I’ve never gone viral, not even close, but it’s a numbers game.
* Start a giant purge! My lease isn’t up until April, I believe, but it’s time to start clearing the excess out of my garage and my closets. I’ll pick one section per day.

That’s enough for Monday. Right now, it’s Sunday and I need to get a move on in order to enjoy the sunshine today. It’s going to be a glorious Fall day, and I can use the fresh air.

Enjoy your day ❤️
GS


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