So, stuff happened.
In no particular order:
1) I got the new job I mentioned last entry. Started Monday. It's been... nice. It's not the same instant love I had when I started with WJM last June -- which is probably just as well, as hopefully that means it won't be able to break my heart (although... see #4). The work is interesting, it's challenging, it's important -- it's a lot slower than news, but that's a relief, really. My new co-workers are very nice, and at least on first blush less conventional than my old ones were. One of my bosses is a flake, but both of them apparently think I walk on water, which is a little terrifying -- there are some major expectations I could potentially fail to fulfill.
While I'm ecstatic about getting of the night shift and happy about the substantially higher salary, not to mention getting out from under my batshit insane bosses, I have to admit to feeling a twinge of regret at leaving the news business. I'll miss breaking news, and the accompanying rush of adrenaline. On the other hand, hopefully I'll be able to get that rush from stuff actually happening in my personal life.
It's amazing to think I was only at WJM for a year. It feels like an eternity -- it's a little hard to recall what life was like before it. I started it the day I moved here, so it has literally defined My Life Inside the Beltway (Part II).
2) We had to put Neil's cat to sleep. It was a few weeks ago, and probably a big part of the reason I haven't been updating here, as it was just so hard to talk about in any meaningful way. I mean, it still is. He wasn't my cat, and while his death itself was devastating -- I'd never been present for the death of any of my family pets growing up, so this was new for me -- comforting Neil has been harder, especially given the ambiguous feelings I have about the friendship/relationship/whatever it is.
3) It probably both helped and hurt that two days later, I went on vacation. It was wonderful to get away, relax, and largely turn off my brain for a week, though the timing felt wrong. I mean, Neil was doing appearances at Comic Con anyway, so staying here wouldn't have made the slightest difference, but. Well, I guess everybody has that feeling of guilt when you're enjoying yourself and you know someone you care about is unhappy, or the first time you have fun after someone you care about dies.
Or maybe I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt. Anyway.
Yes, Jean Genie and I went to Key West for a week, which was brilliant. Key West was a good choice, as it was as stress-free a place as you can imagine. The place we stayed at, JG's cousin's house, was not exactly stress-free, but we minimized the time we spent there and it was all okay. We preferred sipping iced fruity rum drinks by the pool anyway -- and we actually did that. For, like, an entire afternoon and evening. Rum Runners and french fries while we lounged in a swimming pool, man -- that's the life. We hung out on the beach, we had lots of lovely food, we drank many lovely drinks, we went snorkling, we rode a mechanical bull. (As a matter of fact, we participated in a "sexy bull riding contest." Because it was the only time in our lives we would have the opportunity to do so. I say, when somebody gives you the opportunity to do something you can never do again, you gotta go for it. Especially something that weird.)
4) And in unrelated news: I have a crush on one of my new co-workers already. Actually, it was kind of comical: my new boss -- we shall call her Mrs. Johnson -- took me to meet this guy, who we shall call Perfect Tommy. We met, they talked about a project for a minute, I went back to my cubicle and sat down, and said, "Oh no. That is so inconvenient."
It was that immediate, it really was, like that Hugh Grant scene from Love, Actually. A few of them rolled together, actually. There's also the scene where Sam tells his stepdad Daniel that he's in love with the coolest girl in school, and Daniel chuckles, "Basically you're fucked, aren't you?" Because of course this guy is incredibly good-looking and wicked smart and cannot possibly be single.
So yes. There's that. It's awkward. I'm trying to get over it. And by "trying to get over it" I mean "fantasizing constantly."
5) Oh, also, I auditioned for a play yesterday morning. I've been called back for tomorrow night, but I think the part is a lock -- the cheeky Cockney maid who gets friendly with the master of the house in Gaslight. I was basically the only person under 40 there who could read, so. It's community theater on a completely different level from anything I saw in Madison -- a much, much lower level. Anyway. I'll update after I find out whether I'm cast.