That’s it. It’s over. I just turned in my Drawing portfolio, which means I haven’t any classes left. Not this semester. And I haven’t even tried to sign up for next semester on account of not knowing about money for classes or hours for a job. So no more classes. I’m no longer a Student, I’m just Unemployed. I don’t have any more forced assignments left, no more classes which were nearly my last semblance of social connection with the outside world. Running out of money. I desperately want a pizza, but I know it’s not in the budget. I haven’t got the money for pizza, and if I do, I won’t have money for other things like rent and heat and water and the rest of my food, so why an extravagence like pizza?
A little bird told me the Edge, which has been camped out near the local cineplex for several days now, was giving out passes to a free screening of The Hot Chick tonight, so I hopped on my bike in the midst of trying to finish my Drawing final assignment, and tried to get one. Alas, the person there told me the person in charge of giving out schwag was at lunch, and if I come back, I could have my chance at fabulous prizes. I wasn’t particularly interested in fabulous prizes, but if I can save $5 and see a movie I was going to see anyway, I’m all for it. Except I needed to finish my drawing assignment, so I left empty handed. After I turned in my drawing assignment and left (that’s it, that’s all we were there for) I walked back over to see if there were any passes left, but of course there were none, though they offered to sell me a The Hot Chick Soundtrack CD. No thanks.
So now what? Well, I do have an interview at ASU next week to try to get the Graphic Design position, so I’ll have to spend some intervening time putting together a web portfolio. I don’t have one because I’ve never wanted to be a professional web designer. This is a good opportunity to work with people on the forefront of developing standards for interacting with all kinds of multi-dimensional data, something I am quite interested in, and which uses skills I happen to have, or can quickly learn.
Oh, and I have already begun work in my head on a sort of “Part 2” to Forlorn, and will be getting the research materials I was looking for for the story of my love life sometime in the next month or two, from various sources. And I would like to get some new paintings down on canvas before the end of the year. And now that my final assignments are turned in, I should have more than enough time to get my place cleaned up, dishes & laundry that have been waiting an age to be done done, Christmas decorations up, and a few other touches I have in mind. And then it will very quickly be January and if I don’t have the ASU job by then, then I’ll have to find some other jobs fast, regardless of pay and skills match, just to make ends meet. And then school will start, with or without me.
I know and I don’t know and I’m not worried, but it is a concern of mine. I think I’m going to go down to Mill’s End and have a drink I can’t afford and start working on that new novel. To clear my head, to settle me. To get me back to feeling good after spending the last week or two focusing on Marc’s comments has made me literally ill. What a day. What a long day. It grows longer all the time.