Missing Y'all

Soooo…I did mention I got this new job, right? I might as well finally end the suspense and give you a few more details:

I’m now an event planner for the City of Newcastle. I organize things like Concerts in the Park, outdoor movies, a first annual 4th of July fireworks extravaganza and the city’s yearly festival. That and spend a whole lot of time making sure our sponsors feel nice and squooshy while also fielding a parade of endless band/performer/occasional-nutball-who-just-wants-to-be-on-stage applications.

All of which I love, actually. Really and truly, I love this job. I get to use all my talents and eBay know-how on a daily basis. Also? I have never been in any position where I’m constantly complimented and thanked and genuinely appreciated. Which kind-of wierds me out. Like my days are somehow numbered, and it’s just a matter of time before a mystery manager from the past shows up to drop kick me out the door.

But until that time, I’m doing my best to knock every single task out of the fricking park. And I’m finding that doing all that?

Is GINORMOUS.

The job is classified as “3/4 part-time”, with the understanding that as this is Seattle, and as there are only, oh, two and a half months of decent weather – my summers will be ridiculously busy.

Which didn’t have me that surprised. But dude. I really thought I’d have some time and energy left to write little somethings here and there.

Which yeah. I’m delusional. When was the last time I ever wrote ‘little somethings’? Right. Over a month ago. That and oh…NONE OTHERS.

I’m not even capable of even writing a short email. Hell, I spent FOUR HOURS composing a COMMENT on Will Wheaton’s blog this week that began as a “five minute ‘I support you’ shout out and turned into a ‘I’m a Trekkie freak but I don’t want to LOOK like a Trekkie freak and Lord, I lost THAT battle’ rant. Because I couldn’t just let it go and go do something else, like, I don’t know, NOT POST IT.

Or perhaps post something for someone I care and obsess about a hundred thousand bazillion times more than anyone else. And on whom I spent hours and days and minutes and seconds compiling digital photos from a slew of thousands that have yet to see the light of day, for his birthday:

Happy belated, belated, belated Blogorific Birthday, Baby!

Oh, and lest I forget. Steph wanted me to post this one for you, too, Jer:

Love the little pinky there, my man.

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