The View from Elsewhere

job creep

So...someone came a-knocking to my door and offered me some part-time consultancy work, doing something entirely boring but small canvas, comprehensible and not involving mediating arguments about 8 mm or 10 mm boreheads.

And...what was offered was highly flexible, working from home, with laptop supplied, and paid at almost twice the current rate.

So...I leapt at it, consultancy work being the holy grail, as far as I'm concerned.  I had a couple of quibbles like, 'It is more editing; is this a good idea because of the similar head-space to writing it requires?' (tho at least I'll understand what it's about this time), and 'Will I get bored and cabin-feverish, spending so much time at home?' (tho can always go up the street to work in cafe).

And so...I put in my notice at my current job, suggested alternative arrangements, weathered minor angsty managerial storm for a couple of days.  Things settled down, as they always do, once people get used to the idea, which is followed by your existence being forgotten in six weeks' time, after all the clamour about you being 'indispensable to the project'. 

And then...I had other happy thoughts like, now I might be able to afford a side-trip to Mormonsville when I go to the States and buy a MacBook (to support possible future home business endeavours because current 5 yo laptop is driving me nuts).

back back back

I have been back from Melbourne for almost a week now, but with nairy a moment to blog, as deadlines at work, with the MFA, etc, have reached feverpitch.  It's been one hectic start to the year, that's all I can say.  I hope it calms down soon (is it the year of the ox or something -- an industrious beast?)

Much of Ms Laura's nupshalls and the lush-us blogmeet at the Standard have been already  been chronicled in other blogs.  Since I'm coming so late to the party, I won't be giving an account here, except to say that it was lovely and highly memorable -- perhaps the most auspicious and memorable blogmeets to date in my experience.  (My computer is also too virus-ridden for me to download phonephotos at the moment.)

Belinda has tagged me with the 'find out what you need' meme, so I might do that here. I'm sure anyone else who wants to indulge in this is welcome.  The directions are: go to Google and type your name in the search window followed by the word 'needs'. Copy and paste the first ten search results that come up.

1. Eleanor needs Facebook.

2. Eleanor needs to calm the hell down.

3. Eleanor needs to contact her therapist.

4. Eleanor needs a savior and protector and only Alexander will do ...

5. Eleanor needs a home.

6. Eleanor needs to re-write a statement.

7. Eleanor need for speed carbon.

8. Eleanor needs to get out.

9. Eleanor's medical financial needs have been met...with God's blessing and your help, we can get the treatment Eleanor needs so badly.

10. Eleanor updated Eleanor's needs.

Some of these are scarily accurate: I won't say which ones, but not numbers 1 or 7.