my parade, and how it gets rained on

In case you don't follow my tweets, or you don't live around here, or you don't watch the news, it has been raining here since approximately the day before the birth of the Christ child and current forecasts predict it should stop raining some time after we are all dead. All of us. DEAD. Dear sweet God, the rain.

There was a time when rainy weather made me pine away for England -- as if I needed an excuse to do THAT, I know -- but at this point any level of nostalgia or happy feelings whatsoever has been completely expunged from my system. Partly because even on the Motherland it did not rain THIS much, and partly because when you are quite this soggy it becomes difficult to associate positive feelings with just about anything. I'm shocked we're not all seeking immediate therapy for intense seasonal depression. I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen the sun in the last week. It is that bad.

But I do have a bit of news to share that has effectively lifted the theoretical rain cloud of poverty in my life -- I've got a job! A real one! With paychecks and money and regular hours! WHEE!

I'm doing social media/blogging/marketing/PR/jack-of-all-trading for a local web development company. It's not a newspaper or a magazine, but it looks like it's going to be a diverse position that'll play on my skills (and things I enjoy doing), let me grow and prepare me for just about any kind of job, whatever the next step might be after this. Plus, did I mention that they have promised to pay me? Because they did. So far I have decided that this is my favorite part.

I had been considering building an ark, but that plan's been put on hold so I can go to work Monday morning. Although, when Holly and I were on the GART we did see an actual ark on the highway -- well, an ark in process with a very large sign letting us know that it was either the biggest or the only or the oldest ark in the world, or maybe all three, I can't quite remember. It also appeared to be made of metal beams and was severely rusted. Just maybe not totally sea-worthy, is all I'm suggesting. Maybe just make sure you have a life jacket before you board that thing. Or maybe just take your chances swimming.

Anywho.

So it's going to rain until we die, but I got a job. Where they're paying me. Did I mention that yet? Elizabeth: 1, Poverty: 0. Praise. Be. To. Allah.


cheers,
elizabeth