Well, it’s almost another week gone by in this new reality. In another week and a few days, I’ll be moving to a different town, so that’s why there hasn’t been much consistent updating. I’ve spent most of my day today packing up, and I’m nowhere near done yet.
Funny how when you settle in, you start collecting all these tidbits you wind up not using later, or neglected pieces that somehow add to the overall aesthetic of a “look at how much I own!” kind of room. I’ve gone through a few containers that I wound up re-purposing for general storage and necessities, and woof, did I have a lot of stuff in there that I simply.didn’t.need. They’re more like afterthoughts from the previous move I made almost five years ago. “I’ll deal with it later”, I had said. Four years and some odd months later, I finally dealt with those nonessentials. I’ll be doing the same thing after the move because I’m realizing I don’t need the majority of these things for my eventual scrapbook.
Apart from diving into my closet stash, I’ve been applying to certain remote jobs in hopes of making some cash. Nothing turning up yet. Taking it a day at a time. If it comes to it, I might have to get some temporary job in an “essential” business, which I’m not thrilled about. Not being picky, there are legitimate health reasons as to why I haven’t jumped on getting a job in a grocery store or retail service. I’m not in the top percentage of people at risk, but my immune system isn’t the greatest and I have a history of respiratory complications that have been affected by recent illnesses, which I didn’t think was still possible. I joke about paranoia, but I feel my concerns of working around people who a) don’t take coronavirus as seriously as they should, and/or b) aren’t aware that they are carriers of the virus and lack the common courtesy of typical health hygiene is reasonable enough. Before my day job closed down business, I encountered a guest who went out of her way to tell me how to minimally prepare her order. This included her ordering me to change my gloves and wash my hands, while she was coughing and sputtering without covering her mouth, and reached past the glass divider of my station to personally grab her order from me. Priorities, man. Just seemed a bit like a certain Alanis Morissette song...
Hoping to get some art up on here soon as well. I’ve been attempting to work on projects and actually see them through, but it’s tough when the reality of current events sets in. While the world has uprooted itself with coronavirus, I’m in process of uprooting my living situation and going elsewhere. It’s a strange time for personal growth, but I’m hoping to come out stronger than how I had set myself up. I feel like I’m kinda getting there. I’m not freaking out as much as I used to, but thinking more along the lines of “So, that didn’t work then. What can I do differently now?”
