State of the Something Address

I'm happy to announce that I do have some work - I'm back at the pizzeria (which, because of recent changes to their terms of employment, I am not allowed to mention by name in online communiques).  I'll also find out sometime in the next 48 hours if I have a part-time work-from-home job on top of that.  My theory is that together, two repetitive part-time jobs will add up to a slightly more interesting and chimeric full-time job.  It's all about variety, you see.

Because of this new found bounty of employment, I want to make the disclaimer that I like as not will not be able to update on Wednesday. This is in part because I'm working a lot of hours this week, and also because I'm going back down to St. Joseph county to help finalize this little property dispute that my grandmother found herself in.  It's actually a more interesting story than it seems, but it's kind of a long story, and there may be pending legal action, so I'm not going to run my big yapper yet.

 We all remember where we were when we heard the news

So speaking of work, I'm inclined to go back and read from when I first started this blog in the autumn of last year so as to see how much still applies.  The answer is, unsurprisingly, all of it.  Writing remains my highest priority, and my undemanding work is going to leave me comparatively unfettered, and thus free to pick up the pen whenever the mood strikes.  This is a very good thing. My work starts when I punch in, and ends when I go home, and I've got a lot of time in between to sketch ideas and thumbnail drawings into small pocket notebooks, and then to develop those sketches into proper drafts when I get home and have a cold beer or twelve.

I guess if I had to figure out why I'm doing this, why I'm not falling all over myself to renew or contemporize my MCP certification or, like, go to ITT tech and learn heating and cooling repair or court reporting or how to be a medical assistant technician, it's because I'm doing it for me.  Not just any me: 13 year old me.

See, in the comic they were all hardcore and shit and...nevermind, you're not listening...

If you went back and time and told 13-year-old me that twenty years later he'd be working in a pizzeria AND that he woulds would still have all 4 original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles mint in blister packs, he'd be like "Holy crap, no way dude - it's hammer time!"  so really what I'm doing has little to do with capriciousness or any so-called failure to get my life together:  I just figured out what I want at an unreasonably early age and didn't really have to go chasing after a bunch of superfluous bullshit.

And so that's where you'll find me, gentle readers:  until the academy calls, or I'm whisked away on a whirlwind book tour, you can come order up a pizza or ask me to do a little freelance writing. Don't worry about me - I'm exactly where I need to be. Michigan can breathe a little easier, though it's still on notice if I get wind of some really awesome opportunity elsewhere.  Until that happens, I'll be eating coneys and bettermades, drinking Faygo and Bell's, and trying to make up some sort of hard-to-prove condition or disease that merits a prescription for good, legal, medical dope.

Nope - you're just unemployed

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