I’m still not reading–which sucks rotten eggs. As KristieJ said in her comment here, it’s like an essential bit of my soul is missing. This is a symptom of other shit going on in my life.
On the positive side, there’s a possibility of a side job in the same company I’m working for. This would be most excellent because, as much as I love my job now, and as good as the people I’m working for and with are,¹ I am not making enough money to cover my bills.
However, as it is not a given yet (hopefully, it’s a “yet” thing), I’m looking for part time jobs/gigs elsewhere. Until I find something, with this company or elsewhere, this–money stress–is one of the things limiting my ability to concentrate on anything but work.²
So, one way or the other, finding a secondary source of income is a priority.
All this to say that I thought things would remain dark and gloomy and sucky for a while.
After all, I couldn’t read, I couldn’t watch movies or tv, crafting has fallen by the wayside (creativity? forget it), nothing held my attention long enough to allow me to forget my financial circumstances.
A friend made it possible for me to watch Sense8.
I had become aware of the show just a bit over two months ago, and was very, very intrigued. Things being as they are, I don’t have Netflix, so I was resigned not to watch it for a good long while. Priorities, you know? A good many things have to be taken care before I think about something like Netflix.
Then, WHAM!!! It’s there for me to watch–no tricks, not strings attached. A thoughtful, wonderful gift, all the sweeter for being unexpected.
I debated for all of three minutes whether to try to watch it, as nothing else has held my attention past ten minutes.
But, seriously, how could I resist?
I surfaced a full hour later, absolutely enthralled. My mind, blown to smithereens.
I have only watched the first episode, and I’ll watch it at least once more–but more likely twice, three times more–before going on to the next. So much going on! So many tantalizing details! So utterly absorbing!
For the first time in almost two months, I lost track of everything. For a full hour, I didn’t think of anything except what was happening on the screen, and once I finished, I spent a good hour more trying to make sense of it, speculating on bits and pieces, characters, storylines, etc.
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¹ Well, most of them. There’s one woman, who never–in fourteen months and counting I’ve been here–has brought milk for the coffee. She stealthily sneaks into the kitchenette area to use other people’s creamer, sometimes using up the very last of a container, then putting it back in the fridge. She is a manager, no less, and makes more than all the other people she steals creamer from. I wonder how she justifies doing this, all the time, in her own mind–she knows we know she is doing it, and that doesn’t stop her. The dialogue in her head must be fascinating.
² I cannot tell you how grateful I am that I can concentrate at work, despite everything and anything else. As you can imagine, I can’t afford to lose my job in the first place, but it’s my good (okay, excellent 😛 ) performance that made them think I could do that side job too.