I took off early from work today in order to go back and work at my other job. I've got three jobs now, not just a full time and a part-time gig.  The third is part-time as well, and isn't exactly in critical mode, except for when an emergency arises and I have to scramble to get into action.  Usually, the third job is just plugging away with spreadsheets and can be done in my spare time.  Both my part time gigs are almost done, with September being the deadline.

My full time job is in transition. We are making the switch from Flex Pay to tech support. I'm ho-hum about the whole deal.  Yes, the big relief will be no more billing. The problem will be trying to get seriously challenged people to be able to follow simple troubleshooting procedures.  I'm good with the irrated, the fed up, and the completely foul customer. I've got no patience for somebody who replies to my question "What kind of phone do you have?" with a "I got a T-mobile phone."

I'm getting a lot of lines on artistic project opportunities. Sort of along the lines of "If you build it, they will come." It means grant writing, and actual writing, writing.  If anybody hasn't noticed, I've been struggling with a real writer's block.  I need to get over myself, push up my sleeves and just get to work. My writing proposal for Friday's deadline consists of a musical production. I've got a pretty good outline, and a couple of actors/artists in mind who might lend a hand if I get the grant. The only thing that's stopping me, is me. Story of my life, baby.

I'm also pondering applying for another specific job. Again, it's there. I might have a good chance, but even though I currently am unsatisfied with my main job, I still have yet to apply. Somebody tell me there's a cure for this sort of disease.

I am spending as much time as I can with my girl.  She's growing so fast, and I feel like I just have to hang tight and savour every moment of this. She's 5'1 now. She's thisclose to being a teenager, but she's not pulling away, yet.

Not rich, not poor, not wholly satisfied with life, but completely full with love.

Yeah, things are okay.