lost my job...again

So the lovely little pub I was not making much money at has closed. I showed up for work on Tuesday and the owner was there waiting for me to tell me we were closing. bleh. He looked pretty torn up. My sympathy for his evident grief vastly out-weighed my own unemployment self pity. I wanted to hug the guy.  I worked there for a month. He ran the place for eight years. Another job lost to lack of business. Oh economy. I slid my resume under the door of a coffee shop the other week and never heard back. I drove by yesterday and they are closed too.


I did go and vote today. Love that peach sticker...maybe too much. I sort of want to wear it all the time. While I was there I chatted up the library ladies hoping to massage my employment potential there. I mean, it's a gubmint job so there are lots of bureaucratic hoops to jump through but throwing my name out a couple of times and showing them my happy shiny face can't hurt right? We shall see. They told me to pretty much stay on the library website and wait for job postings. Awesome!


In the mean time I am going to take advantage of my permanent vacation from work and go to the lake with my folks this weekend. I think that drinking coffee on the deck over that lake and knitting by a roaring fire will really get my head back in the job search game. Not. But I'm going anyway.


Also? We got 3 inches of rain in the last 2 days! The pond is full again! Frandz and I went down to the Party Palace yesterday afternoon and watched the raindrops ripple the surface. Amazingly relaxing. I finally conceded that the Party Palace needs to be torn down and rebuilt. Only because I want a covered, screened-in reading area. While the deck of the Party Palace does offer great deck chilling the interior leaves something to be desired. That thing being not getting insulation in your skin and lungs.

view from the Party Palace, late June