I'm ending month three of unemployment...and still feeling like a jackass. Why did I quit my job right before the world economy's death rattle?!!? So I keep reminding myself: Working for crazy people does not equal job security. Considering the number of positions I've seen open over there since I left (positions previously filled by long-time employees), I probably wouldn't have a job now anyway. But I'd have unemployment.
Feeling like a jackass.
But I have been able to concentrate on my art! For the first time in forever, I've completed a bunch of paintings (whimsical watercolors, mostly) and did a t-shirt design for Chris' younger brother. He started a small clothing company (http://www.foneticdesign.com) with a couple of his SPU classmates. They're not marketing geniuses, but they have a good idea and they're breaking even...which is pretty good for any business right now. The design I did is the one at the top of this post--the "206"! Apparently it's big with the Greeks.
Soon comes the Big Move. Our current place is wanting to up our rent by over 5%, making what we pay $400-$500 more than anywhere else. We've decided to try relocating to the west side of the lake. All the better for me to go to grad school and have a job. We're praying to find a cute little house...and have a garden...and not have to worry about the bird pissing off our neighbors. Ideally, it would also have room for me to have a "studio" (room full of art shit).
But I still feel like a jackass.
