on the plate

Sometimes I wonder if I have a deathwish.

Often I complain that I have nothing to do, that I sit around my house constantly and get nothing done and see no one. During the week this is a half-truth, as most of my socialising gets done between Tuesday and Thursday, but little else. On weekends, it is absolutely true. The only people I generally see are the checkout people at whatever store I happen to need supplies from. Our conversations are brief and leave something to be desired (except for the meat conversations with my butchers). Large portions of time are dedicated to figuring out the best spot on my couch to watch unnecessary television programming.

When opportunity knocks, it's best to answer. To make sure I'm covered once my current contract is up (and to take up some of this lazy time), I took on another contract so I am not dormant at any point for the next while. I want to make sure, if I'm going to have limited work in 6 months (which is nearly inevitable), I want to have a bit saved up now and make sure I have other stuff in the works. So... I'll be working a part-time gig at the CBC doing film preservation/cataloguing. (For those of you who recall my work experience stint at the CBC, you can imagine how thrilled and grateful I am to be able to do this work again.)

In the meantime, I am hoping to buy fabric for a plaid dress for the Robbie Burns piping band soiree I'm going to next weekend with people from one of my jobs, meaning a hardcore sew-fest during one of these dormant days/evenings. Until the real work begins.