Back to blogging... I think.

I kind of gave up the whole blogging thing once the 6-day workweek took over and I no longer had time to do new stuff every single day. I was thinking about it today, and I thought that perhaps I should just keep a regular blog anyway. I have this thought once every few months. Then I make blog posts for a week and stop again.

I don't know why it seems like such a chore! I LOVE going back to my old blogs and reading about the things that I thought and did on any given day. And I love reading other people's blogs. But I'm apparently kind of sucky at keeping with it.

I gave it some thought and was trying to figure out how to blog. Do I put it on Myspace? No, because not everyone who would read this has Myspace. Do I add to my xanga (that I haven't touched in 3 years)? Maybe. But a 3-year gap seems like a huge space of time to just pick things back up. Plus, all of that one was written at my old apartment, and the last entry in my old apartment cutoff just seems appropriate. But my blog about doing new things also seems a little weird to add onto, since it was started for one purpose that I am no longer upholding. At the same time, I'd hate to take up valuable space on teh interwebz just to start yet ANOTHER blog that I may or may not keep up with. But blogging without a set purpose is so different that I just HAD to create a new blog. So here we are. My apologies to cyberspace for taking up more... space.

That said, life is just a crazy mess these days. I'm working 6 days a week (5 at the library, 1 at the funeral home), not to mention the few nights a month I'm on call at the funeral home. In a way, the on-calls are nice--good money, they don't happen that often, and it's an interesting part of the experience. The bad parts are when I can't sleep for fear that the phone will ring. The even worse parts are when the phone DOES ring at 3 am and I have to put on a suit and look and act professional. It can be exhausting. But the pay is good. Did I mention that already? I already made a car payment's worth of calls this month. In a way, I also feel a little more accepted by everyone who works there. It's like they take me more seriously or something. I know that sounds weird, but I think they all think of me as the quiet girl who comes in now and then and doesn't know anything. But, somehow, going out and picking these people up makes me more funeral-y... or something. I don't know!

Beyond that, life at the library is alright. The summer schedule feels awkward. Last month, it was 4 days a week working 8.5 hours and one day working 6 hours. This month, we're back to all 8-hour days, but some of them are 9-5. That's good because I LIKE getting home early, but bad because I have to be up when the clock says 7. Boo. The job itself isn't anything to complain about. No, it's not history, but it's academic (which is infinitely more than I can say for retail), and it's very flexible. I get more sleep, which puts me in a better mood, and that does wonders for my overall attitude!

This isn't to say I don't scour the internet once a week for a good history job. But I haven't found one yet that's worth applying for. I'm not going to be a Visitor Services Assistant at the American Indian museum. Even if it is a Smithsonian museum, I don't want to fight my way downtown 5 days a week just to get to a job I know I wouldn't be happy doing. However, if a job opened at the American History Museum that had something to do with artifacts, presidents, or presidential artifacts? I wouldn't care what kind of trouble I had to go through to get downtown for that!

Ah, well. For now, I'll enjoy my mornings to sleep in. Even if it means dealing with people getting graduate degrees who do not yet know how to use a computer or who do not know how to do research. Oh, and dealing with crazy people who come into the library and manage to pick up one of the monthly schedules EVERY TIME they come in. Or people who get stressed and angry over having to pay to print. Or whatever. As I used to say in my World Market days, "Teapots and candles, teapots and candles." That was my mantra--no matter how awful a customer made me feel, I could NOT let it get to me. I was selling teapots and candles, which (as you may or may not know) are not the be-all, end-all of life. This is not to say that I never got stressed out, but there is no way that I can let the crazy people get to me, or I'll never know what to do when I encounter a REAL stressful situation.


Anyway, I've babbled on enough. If I keep going, I'll have nothing to write about for the rest of... well, for whenever I write in the future. I cannot promise every day. There may be weeks that I cannot promise a weekly entry! But I shall do my best, for anyone who cares to read (even if it's just me).

:o)