Promoted again

It’s a perfect storm of knowing all the right folk, having more than enough education, experience and literally being the most qualified on paper but most importantly, having 3 positions open at the same time.

To get this position, you turn over your financials–the President still hasn’t done that. Fact. You have to pass a background check (all that entails, they even see speeding tickets you had fixed in 1972). There are multiple writing assignments, not tests. Writing assignments. Drug tests. You must have a current driver’s license and own an operational vehicle. Then, there’s the three hour interrogation after you ‘pass’ the interview.

It’s exhaustive.

To my surprise, me being me, during the interrogation, I apparently made a Good Impression by mentioning my Happiness Wall. Oh, did I mention the social media/ web presence scrutiny? I may have just outed myself by that term. Anyway, I think when they asked something like, ‘have you been a part of any institution wide report to the capital,’ I said, ‘YEAH! The major came through and was so impressed by my goofy giant wall of positivity posters that he said he would make it a part of a report and then later, I heard him tell the [big warden] about it.’

I got a follow up question one week later about that.

They either think that I’m mental (true) or they will submit this as their idea to win an award.

Or maybe they just thought that showed optimism. Whatever.

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Gone soon

I have an auntie who is losing her battle with cancer.

She’s not a good person. She also is the last one alive of her nuclear family and I am sending her a card addressed to her given and middle names. She probably never sees that anymore but I know: Sharion (pronounced SHARN) Colleen (pronounced kull EEN).

PICU

For a friend’s grandbaby in hospital. If she ever opens her eyes again, I made quite a sight to see!

Her fav is purple and small girls seem to like wildly vibrant colors and patterns. I could’ve gone wilder but was way past my bedtime.

Commissions

It took some courage and outright financial need but I put my wares out and as @Cha0tic would say, the ‘punters’ picked up!

It’s driven by addiction.

The Elderly Toddler confronted me about one month ago, ‘Do you think that you’re addicted to shopping?’

You know it’s bad when you immediately cower in shame, ‘I dunno.’

But what I was thinking is, ‘to buying paper craft bits and bobs? Fuck, yes!’

And I’m not kidding. It’s HORRIBLE. I will say for myself, though, it is so very immersive and therefore, comforting.

Like all druggies, at some point, to support your needs, you must sell.

I have told myself that if I just make a pittance, it’s still at least paying for something.

I have been given 2 commissions for Valentines. I’ll be making about 20 pieces.

It’s something.