Is it tomorrow yet?

[emoting a la Jimmy Swaggart]

I lied the other day when I said I would post tomorrow. I take the responsibilty. I shoulder the blame. [breaking down] I have sinned before you, O Lord!

[wiping away fake tears, brightening]

But I had a damned good reason. I have, in fact, been working 2 jobs for the last week. I am in the midsts of transferring my skills, my expertise, and my white ass from one firm to another. Yes. I got me one new job, but I must relinquish the old one. Transitioning comes at a price though, and I will miss the people I've worked with. It is bittersweet at best.

I had the opportunity to do the same Dave-Chappelle-as-Jimmy-Swaggart, over-the-top breakdown on the phone with my family and friends. "Momma! Daddy! Look at me! I'm finally respectable!"

So, with what amounts to two part-time jobs until my two weeks notice is up, my father's and my birthdays, casino trip this weekend, etc., it has been busy around here. I'll spare you the gory details.

I'm looking with relief toward the coming of weekend. With one more week of this ahead, I must put my freak on and take it off in the span of a regular workin' stiff's weekend. Whereas, I've had Mondays off regularly since my current firm placed me, rather roughshod, on reduced hours awhile back. I didn't even get vaseline with that.

I'm kind of forcing out a post here, and it feels that way. I have, otherwise, been more free to post at my leisure, and those seemed to come more naturally. The last thing I would ever want to lose by whoring myself out to the Man would be my sense of humor about the whole thing. That references the late, great (?) Philip Johnson, an architect that was famously quoted as saying, "All architects are whores." Of which, his example may reign supreme.

In the end, it is a steady job. I hope to balance out the mundanity of having a staring contest with a computer screen on most days by engaging in other interests. I'll be trying to get involved in a monthly poetry reading that goes on down here. There is a somewhat large, annual poetry fest coming to Houston in October as well. I may try to interject myself into that world a bit more. It is still my plan to apply for film school this fall for a start next fall.

If, by some stroke of luck, I was accepted, I will fiendishly plot my escape from the straight-jackets of servitude to this profession. Though I dearly love architecture (the finished product), I am loath to say the same about "archi-torture" (the process of making that finished product). Where was that realization back when? :p