mish mash

After struggling with a raging sinus headache for half the day, I pulled myself off the couch and went down to the Ferry Building. The farmers market was cleaning up, and it was quiet. I like going there when it isn't bustling with tourists. You get to see the bay bridge, treasure island, water, and don't have to deal with sand. Its warmer than the ocean too. And there are benches. So I sat on a bench alone and listened to music. The last time I did that was when I left my previous job that I despised with every ounce of my existence. Today I sat because I'll probably never do it again. My favorite part is to stare at the water for a few minutes, then look at the concrete below you. The concrete looks as if its moving, and you really have to think hard to realize it isn't. Eventually the wind picked up, so I headed towards downtown to waste more money that I don't have. I got a skirt in my effort to summerize my wardrobe for Chicago. I don't even know if I like it, but whatever.

I returned home and we went to Puerto Alegre, our favorite mexican restaurant here. It'll be hard to leave that place, as I doubt Chicago has food that will live up to my acquired SF food snob tastes. Not like PA is high class, but its definitely good. And the margaritas will knock you to the floor.

Today I also went through my closet to see what I could donate or try to sell. Unfortunately, I came up with almost nothing. I guess that is a testament to my awesome ability to not keep anything more than what I absolutely need.

Tomorrow is my last Sunday of work, meaning my last reference desk shift, and last virtual ref shift. I'm sort of looking forward to getting it over with. Despite applying for reference jobs left and right, it isn't my favorite area. I hate having to suck up to people all day long. Sometimes I feel like my career path is getting all messed up, and that I need to start low on the pole again and work my way up through preservation/archives instead of sticking to my mid-level experience in reference. I don't want to turn 40 and regret the last 15 years of my life. This is where I remind myself that my job isn't my life. It just exists.

Two weeks from today I'll be sleeping in my new place, most likely on the floor. It seems so far away, but will be here before I know it.