Gainful Unemployement

Well, I am unemployed at the moment. This time through no fault or initiative of my own (unless this whole "willing things into existance thing" is finally starting to work for me.). I was laid off last Tuesday. Switchboard Operator was eliminated for the entire company and so I was let go, with a small severance and the most heartfelt apologies from my boss, and the reiteration that this was in no way performance-related (again, a nice change, eh?). I signed up for unemployment, as well, and learned that I will receive somewhere around $600 or so every two weeks, which means enough to cover my mortgage (the most important thing). I also have the remainder of the first time homebuyer money, but it makes it difficult to be home and not spend money. I have been using the free wifi (as I am right now) at the Starbucks to check email and apply for jobs. I hope I find something soon, well, soon enough. I want something far less seditary. I would love to break into some entirely new field all together, but how does one do that, exactly? What I need is to stumble into something, to know someone to get my foot in the door, which is always how these things work. I've been trying to network, calling other offices I dealt with to say that I'm available if they have any openings or hear of anything. Networking, they call it. I have lists of things to get accomplished that have been pushed off to the backest of burners for so long, and I intend to get them all done. Can't say as I've looked for any work today, though, save for checking my email for any responses to the inquiries I made last week. There was nothing new. Just the generic, automated confirmation of receipt messages from the two hospitals I applied at online on Thursday.

Went out for Halloween on Saturday (Nick dressed up on Friday, as well, which was when Wind-up was doing their costume contest--- it's so nice to have been back there again the last two weekends. I do like that place and have missed it.). I dressed up on Saturday (flapper, again, of course, although this year with the addition of a cloche. Looking forward to see the photos. I have a feeling that I will end up getting on Facebook just out of necessity to see and download all of these pictures, although I do so love being contrary and living "off the grid." I'm also quite a fan of being "in the wind."). I was pleased with my costume, or atleast became so once I was out and started getting compliments from people. It occurred to me, as I wriggled into my historically inaccurate-length fringe drop-waist dress (too short), with stockings on and make-up applied, perhaps there isn't so much separating me from the "sirens" of Club, if only I put that sort of effort into it everyday (occasssionally, more than once a year.). Damn, I wish I could get a bartending job.

Nick was "The Embodiment of Irish Poetry". This was the title bestowed on him at Wind-up's Halloween party for his beautiful, vintage, bottle green corduroy suit that was his dad's. Don got it when they were in London in the late 60's. They got the flares and unwieldy lapels taken in, and lo and behold, there you have a gorgeous boy wearing a gorgeous suit, with both a MOD and rakish charm. He wore the bowler with it, which lent to the old-time, Irish poetry vibe (he also insisted on riding his bike to the bar on Saturday.). It was a lot of fun. Everybody was out (seriously, there were only like two people over the course of the weekend that we DIDN'T see.). Gave out candy last night (got hit by a deluge) then went to Lutherville to watch Boardwalk Empire (the naysayers can fuck-off.).