I recovered from my wicked bronchitis and was back to work this week. I was drowning in work, realized that I am astonishingly poor, and started my "that time of the month." Let's just say that I wasn't the most cheery gal in the world.
On Wednesday, my week improved dramatically. The director lady told me I wouldn't be getting a promotion. "What", you ponder, "how can that be great news?" Because I am FREE! See, it get the job I wanted in the library I would need to be a bona fide librarian with an MLS and not a meager library assistant. This means my ass needed to get into a library school ASAP. Well, the current librarian in the position I want is leaving in the summer and I am not in library school. So there we have it; no librarian position.
Awesome because I have been writing like mad lately and was most certainly not desirous to become a library student. All of my writing time would have been taken up with boring online courses, but now, now I am free. I can apply to an MFA program and no one can say I'm irresponsible for passing up more money because I want to scribble.
There is more I wanted to post today about my writing, but it is gray and snowy out and I have hot chocolate and the latest BUST magazine. Methinks a bit of reading is in order. I will pontificate more tomorrow.