Been some time since I dropped by this place. I’m still alive. I can’t even say I’ve been terribly busy lately, what with having graduated library school and gotten laid off sometime in May. I *can* say that I’ve been wiped out by the heat and not really all that interested in writing. I don’t even read many blogs anymore, just a handful, and a lot of them are design blogs.
I’ve spent the summer looking for a permanent library gig, and it’s going well so far. I had nothing, nothing at all for months, but this month everything’s started happening. I’ve got some local interviews, and some on the West Coast; any of them would require me to move from my current apartment, if not from New York, so I’ve started packing up. All things being equal, I’d rather not have to change cities and buy a car. I like my life here.
From what I’ve been hearing from some of my references, the potential employers who’ve been checking up on me don’t seem to really understand what it is I’ve been doing for the past ten years since I jumped off the partnership track — even though I’ve told them in the interview, and on my resume, etc. It’s like they don’t understand that you can practice law even if you’re not employed by a law firm as a full-time associate on a traditional path. Well, at least a couple of them have now been educated by my references. This won’t really be a concern when I go for the next job, because I’ll have a track record as a law librarian, which is something they’ll understand.
Personally? I’ve been using my time off to focus on fitness. I looked back over my logbook, which I started in January, and I haven’t really been going to the gym as often as I’d like to think I do. A lot of that had to do with injury, but a lot of it was just mismanaged time — I’d get a late start to the day, and then didn’t want to start a workout at 8pm when I had to go to work in the morning. But now I have not a whole lot else to do, since it’s been so hot that a lot of the outdoor stuff I’d like to do seems unappealing. The gym, however, is air-conditioned (though the weight room’s unit’s been out). I’ve also just — like, this week — started running again. It’s going well so far, though I know from experience it’s not until week 5 or so on the Couch to 5K plan that things start really going haywire with my ITB. My plan is to do each week twice, and hope that’s enough time for my body to adapt, and to foam-roll the living fuck out of my lower body.
Dating’s sort of not been happening. I’ve gone on a couple, but reluctantly since I don’t know if I’ll be here in a month. Nothing’s come of them, but they were pleasant enough ways to pass the time.
The pets are both bad and good. They’re all currently in good health, but Sugarplum had cancer surgery in April and just wasn’t healing, and wasn’t healing, and wasn’t healing. Every time it looked like her wound was closing, I’d go to check on it and there would be A GIANT HOLE IN MY CAT. The vet even did a second surgery to clean up the edges, but it still wasn’t healing, and he started taking it personally. Finally, they decided she has really poor circulation and needed to be treated as if she’s diabetic. So she spent three weeks at the vet’s office in a sterile cage, getting compresses and wound care and mainlining antibiotics and — strangest of all — snuggling up to the staff. Amazingly, when I picked her up, the giant hole was down to nothing, and she was indeed all cuddly, for about a week. Then she became the crankypants I know and love.
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