When Good News Goes Bad

I got up this morning and called on the job. I got hold of my boss-to-be. She informed me she wanted me to start Wednesday, not Friday, and that I’m getting the full-time position. I’m scared. It’s all wrong. My sweet Sunshine cannot be left alone while I go off and do a full-time job. But we can’t make it without more income, and this is the first job site to hire me since 1998.

I got a call from the guy doing the music festival in July. Everything is all wrong with him, and it’s not his fault. It’s not a music festival after all — the landowner wants to INSERT a music festival INTO THE MIDDLE OF A PAGAN GATHERING, and wants the music to end at 7 pm so they can have a ritual at 8. This means they have 4 big acts, and I’m not one of those — they have to cram those 4 acts into 60 and 90-minute slots, and fit everyone else around that in 15- and 30-minute slots.

Mind you, I got the phone call about this while I was still in mid-panic from the job, as well as some issues over my making breakfast.

So I’m not doing well. I know some of you would like to have the little problems I have, but for me they’re not little at all. Please send whatever energy, prayers, etc. you have available.

Hugs,
Me