Went out last night with friends, including Kimmer, who is town for a wedding. It’s been a baaaaad couple of weeks at work.
One of my classes this semester is in library administration and management. Probably a bad time to be taking the class, because now I’m viewing everything that’s happening within our own library with a much more critical eye. It’s no secret that I don’t expect to be employed there much longer. And it doesn’t have anything to do with my work ethic, my skills or the quality of my work itself. It’s because I don’t have enough seniority in our union and no one knows for sure what is going to happen with the budget. We just know it’s going to be bad. So, I’ve prepared myself for the worst by telling myself that if it happens, I’m making a fresh start. If I have to, I’m prepared to walk away from my house. I don’t want to do it that way, but when push comes to shove, I might not have a choice.
The good news is that at least it didn’t get as cold last night as they initially said it would. Or maybe I just had enough martinis that I didn’t notice. The bad news is that we got more snow today and I’m sick of people talking about how beautiful it is. It’s not beautiful when it’s 5 p.m. and your car is stuck half in the street because you can’t get it up the driveway. It’s not beautiful when the salt you throw down so that you can get up your driveway is slowly but surely eating away at everything it touches, meaning that you’ll soon have another hefty expense redoing your driveway. It’s not beautiful when a friend picks you up for an evening out and you have to have her wait in the street because there’s no way you can navigate the narrow space between the wall of shoveled snow and her car door. And it’s definitely not beautiful when that narrow space is filled up with another five inches of snow the very next day, because exactly where in the hell are you supposed to put it, seeing as you’ve already thrown out your back lifting the shovel to the top of the previous wall of shoveled snow?
It’s also not fun when your semi-feral cat is consistently scratching at the (brand new) door to go outside, only to recoil in horror like the diva princess she’s become. The accusing looks she throws in my direction are priceless. Yes, Zola Cat, I purposely put all of that cold white stuff on the ground to make your life a living hell. Please do return the favor.
That fresh start is sounding better and better… somewhere warmer, perhaps? Eh. It’s not that I mind winter. It’s that I mind having to deal with winter. Give me a place with solid public transit so that I can avoid having to dig my car out and I’ll be a happy camper once again. About the only place I’d want to move that’s warmer would be northern California, and given that their state budget is no better than Ohio’s right now, I doubt the job prospects would be very good for me there.
My sister thinks I should move to Texas. All of the jobs are there, she says. No state income tax. They do have a huge deficit that no one is talking about, though. So, again… probably not an option. Also, it’s Texas. That in itself rules it out.
Oh well. For now, I’m not going anywhere. Mostly because I can’t get out of my damn driveway.