Back … ish.

(That wasn’t actually intended to be a play on the title of the TV series Black-ish, though that seems to be a fairly thoughtful sitcom, as sitcoms go, from the tiny bits I’ve seen of it.)

So I’m back on my meds (huzzah!) as of this afternoon and, as such, improving in terms of overall function … which is good, because the drain in our kitchen sink chose tonight to explode, and I would have had a flat-out meltdown about that if it had happened yesterday. Fortunately, I married McGayver, who can fix that kind of thing.

I’m doing the job applications thing and it’s going well — had an interview this morning for a position that sounds like pretty much a lock (unless I’ve been convicted in absentia for some kind of crime I committed in my sleep?), though it turns out there are no seasonal positions open ’til September. I could have started next weekish as a permanent employee, but it wouldn’t be terribly convenient for the company, as I’d have to run off for two solid weeks for Burning Man.

Unless I find something that’s really relevant to my studies and/or sounds really compelling, I’ll probably take that job in the fall. It sounds like a good fit for what I want right now — an active, rather than a sedentary, workplace; decent pay; hours that mesh nicely with ballet. Shouldn’t hurt the fitness bit, either.

I’ll need to finally get an actual driver’s license, since the job in question may potentially involve actually driving, but that’s in the plans anyway.

I’m still working for Denis’ Burning Man project and feeling ever-more-useful in that regard. Tonight I set us up with a G+ page, even though I still feel kind of iffy about social media as a marketing platform. For this project, though, since it’s primarily a do-gooder collectivist kind of gig, I don’t really mind 🙂

On Glassdoor this morning, I spotted a listing for a web developer with some knowledge of WordPress and Drupal, as well as some command of your general web languages (HTML, PHP, CSS). I’m kind of kicking around the idea of applying for that. The upside is that the pay would very likely be pretty nice; the downside, of course, is that most development jobs are desk jobs, and I’m not really super into that whole idea. Been there, done that, decided it wasn’t for me.

Our finances are on the mend. Since it took about two solid years of complete and utter miscommunication to blow them up, it’ll probably take a few months to get them 100% back on track. Until then, we’ll be wearing our dance belts a little tighter* 😉

*Actually, mine keeps getting looser, but that’s a different kettle of worms.

My toe is healing. I’m still on the fence about Saturday class. Tomorrow’s out; it’s definitely not ready for Intermediate, and Essentials is cancelled tomorrow. I was able to ride the bike a bit today without driving the toe crazy, but I’d rather let it really heal before I try to push it.

I’ve noticed that Fusion Fitness Dance is back on the calendar, so maybe I’ll give that a whirl at some point, too. That depends on the finances, though. If we’re going to be tight enough that I can only do class two or three times per week for the next while, I don’t want to add a non-technique class.

I guess I’m also going to try not to spring back too quickly from this depression. I tend to decide that “feeling somewhat better = feeling 100% better,” then overtax myself and crash even harder. I hope maybe I’ve learned that lesson by now.

I’ve also learned that, while I now know that there is not, in fact, a famous band called Holland Oats, Harlan Oats, or Haulin’ Oats, I still don’t really know from 80s music. Did you know that “Danger Zone” was a Kenny Loggins song? I sure didn’t until just now. Thanks, Amazon Prime Music.

So that’s it for tonight.

Stay out of the Danger Zone.

You know, unless that’s where you want to be, in which case, carry on.

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About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2015/07/02, in balllet, Burning Man, life, work and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Knowing nothing about Hall and Oates is an asset.
    Trust me on this.

    • Hahaha, I’m glad to hear that (and Duly Noted). I am apparently somewhat gifted in the area of Mondegreens … not only have I managed to mishear the names of at least a few bands, but I also suffered for years under the delusion that Madonna had written a song asking someone to take her bird away.

      • My favorite Australian band is Radio Birdman who named themselves from misheard lyrics by my all time favorite band The Stooges.

        I’m not prone to Mondegreens as such, but when I get an earworm the words tend to transform themselves with repetition, often into something pretty funny.

      • Oh, funny! I’ll have to check them out. I’ve heard and liked a bit of the Stooges.

        I get interesting transforming earworms as well (of course I can’t seem to remember any now :/). I’ll have to write some down the next time it happens so we can compare notes!

      • I’ll have to check them out

        You can find a track here. While you’re there you might like to check out track #4. Chrissy Amphlett was one of the greatest performers this country ever produced.

        I’ll have to write some down the next time it happens so we can compare notes!

        .

        I used to write songs that way. We’d jam until we had a baseline and melody we were happy with and I’d run it over and over in my head until it became an earworm. I’d usually insert a line or two of lyrics as a ‘seed’ and fill the rest out with scat. Then I’d just keep inducing it as an earworm over and over. Within a day or two the rest of the lyrics usually emerged from the scat. Most often I ended up with more lyrics in my notebook than would fit in the song and we’d have to trim them.

      • I finally just got around to listening to the Radio Birdman track here — I like it! Going to have to hunt up some more of their stuff.

        The second one (track 4) — very cool! My older sis turned me on to the Divinyls (who I think she picked up from our awesome child-minder [we refused to call her a “baby sitter,” on the grounds that we were not in fact actual, literal babies, and also objected to “nanny” for reasons I can’t even recall … we were the most egregiously uptight little kids that have ever lived; the sort that lecture their parents about seatbelts and taking the name of the Lord in vain, etc.]) when I was a wee little kid, and I have been quite fond of them since. Somehow, they received one of the few exceptions to the “if it’s not classical or jazz, I don’t listen to it” rule that made me a giant bore until I was 13 (at which point I discovered old punk and speed metal and sort of took off running, because … that makes sense, I guess?).

  2. “I guess I’m also going to try not to spring back too quickly from this depression. I tend to decide that “feeling somewhat better = feeling 100% better,” then overtax myself and crash even harder. I hope maybe I’ve learned that lesson by now.”

    This is the part that made me think of myself these days. As you have said you’re “back…ish” I actually am too, I need to learn this sentence by heart and listen to both my mind and body. And kudos to you for getting somewhat better. 🙂

    • I think learning to give one’s self time to recover is the hardest thing, especially where mental illness is concerned.

      It’s not terribly hard to gauge when a broken leg is ready to walk on again — generally, the doctor takes the cast off and you’re good to go. When it’s the heart, mind, or soul, it’s harder to measure, especially since many such conditions are chronic and the process of recovery is non-linear.

      I suspect that many of us want to jump back into our lives too quickly — I know I always do!

  3. Hall and Oates are oldie favs of mine🎶

    Sweets, I’ve missed your posts. Sorry to hear about your bum toe, and even sadder to hear about the depression. Keep up with your mess. ❤️💝💘

    • Thanks 🙂 My toe seems to finally really be sorting itself out. I’m tentatively planning to get back to class tomorrow, though I think I’ll start with beginner class, since it’ll be easier on my foot. The depression end of things seems to be letting up a bit, too, and getting back to class should help with that.

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