I might not feel this good again

I’m back to being double-jobbed.  (I don’t know what that means, but ewww.)  It’s a return to chaos, and I find I really like it.  Of course, it’s only day two and I already have a headache (and not a “beautiful weather” headache, an “I’m being blinded by the migraine of death” headache).  For the next two weeks, I continue to work full time at the Arboretum — packing up my stuff, saying goodbye, finishing tasks that have been sitting in my inbox for literally months (procrastinate the unpleasant is my not-so-secret motto), going for long walks in the name of the outdoors — while also working at the ol’ alum office part-time.  Once these two weeks are over, I’ll shift over to being a full-time…Reunionizer.  Or something.  I don’t really have a job title at the alum office, because they made up the position for me.  It’s only for two months (ultra babyjob), I don’t get benefits (although I get paid way more than I make at the Arb), and I still have to use the “student employee” e-mail account, but when someone makes up a position for you, you don’t say no.  Also, I love it there, and would probably stay on if they asked me.  Isn’t that something?  For all my talk about moving on, all I’ve managed to do is move backwards.

I was just putzing around my house on Saturday when I suddenly realized some dude was mowing the lawn.  This was nice of him, even though it startled the hell out of me and made me feel like I was trapped in the house for an hour.  I’d had no plans to leave the house minutes before, but I suddenly couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  So I left, and did my favorite thing: shopped for used goods.  And darned if I didn’t strike gold, with a Sam Cooke CD for which I’ve been searching for like a year.  Normal people would have given up and ordered it new off of Amazon a thousand years ago, but not me.  I like the thrill of the hunt.  The rest of the weekend was spent dancing around my house to “Good Times” and reading Eat, Pray, Love in my porch swing.  Sometimes my life is better than it has any right to be.

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