So, No More of That

I needn't worry about the Word Murderer anymore. I got laid off. Happy Birthday! I'm thinking they're going to end up regretting that. They needed to cut hours because that department lost 10% of their funding. They're moving towards more automated forms of communication like texting and emails. The old ladies that I worked with will NOT be able to keep up. But I was the temp and they've been there for years - seriously, pushing 80. My other two coworkers were younger than me. One, who was to be known as PsychoNut because she's a psyche major and extremely not psycho, will be able to keep up. But she works two days a week and will presumably be moving on to her big girl life when she graduates. Oh well. 

The agency I work with already has another job lined up that starts next week and will last through the end of December, which is fine. I have a surgery planned for Dec 20. (I deliberately planned it around the two week break the department takes over the holidays so as not to inconvenience anyone. That was productive.) It sounds like a fun gig. I will be helping the symphony reorganize their music filing system and I'll get to work in a gorgeous, historic building. 

Right now I'm blogging from the car. (Obviously not driving.) We are on our way to the foothills to spend my birthday weekend at a bed and breakfast llama farm and see Noam Pickelny (only the best banjo player of all time and also a Punch Brother) play at the historic Nelsonville Opera House, which seems pretty random as the opera house is, from what I can tell, the only thing in Nelsonville. Not sure where the rest of the audience is coming from. 

Grumpy thinks I should be paying attention to him and our picturesque surroundings rather than have my face in my phone so I'll cut this off here. 

Llama farm y'all! Happy birthday.