I'm starting a temp job tomorrow at my temp agency. This is after I stuffed invoices and checks for an afternoon for them last week (and, honestly, this is not a job I would have delegated to a temp because it allows the temp in question to actually find out what their own markup is... well, if they're curious while they're folding.) On the one hand, it's great because it's a job and it's money and it has the potential for lasting for more than two days. On the other I like short-term stuff. I like staying up late and waking up late. I like goofing around online because I don't have anything to do, and I like working up at the university when I get bored with the house. But... $$
And it's actually not true that I don't have anything to do. I've offered to help a friend try and collect on a job he'd completed (and now the guy he did the work for isn't even bothering to return calls), I'm developing branding for the Uni job, so they'll actually be able to have pretty things when I leave, I'm trying to get the dog washed and both the animals into the vet in the next weeks, and see friends and have an interesting summer. Oh, and I need to write a paper for the two conferences I'm going to this fall since I doubt I'll have time to do it when the semester starts, and I have a 30 page story to translate.
Why haven't I? Lazy? Emotionally confused? Obsessed with the internet? Take your pick - it's probably a combination of the three along with some low level anxiety going right along with.
In just five weeks I'll be heading back to Japan for a month of school. The tickets are purchased, the application is submitted, and at least one of the friends in Tokyo is informed of my impending arrival.
I want things to be settled at home before I go, and I'm trying to be hopeful about that happening in the next week. We shall see how that goes. All my fingers and toes are crossed.