My roommate is singing opera really loud in the living room, so my plan to get some reading done has been thwarted for the time being. So, I thought I would offer up some life updates.

I am no longer unemployed.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay – I will now not be homeless in three months.

Granted, I’m still not anywhere close to working a dream job, I can now probably almost completely pay my bills every month, or at the very least be down maybe $100 a month instead of $1200 a month, so that is PROGRESS.

I’m walking dogs. (Yep – see, not a dream job.) BUT, it’s not altogether terrible either. See, I get to play with dogs all day. Yes, I have to walk them, and yes some of them are very high maintenance, but I get to be around dogs for hours and hours a day instead of being stuck behind a desk getting screamed at or worse like at my last job. (Though, one of the dogs and I got a cup of water and then the actual cup thrown at us during one of our walks… and on Thursday some lady shoved me aside so she could get into her car. But I wasn’t hurt or anything. People are just super rude is all.)

So, yeah, walking dogs. I have two college degrees and now I am walking dogs. This isn’t a career for me, but it will pay bills and it lets me have free weekends and the ability to not be homeless. So, I’ll take it. And it really isn’t so bad. I mean, yeah, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows (like, I got poured on the other day because the sky decided to open up in between clients), but it’s definitely not the worse thing ever. Did I mention I get to play with dogs all day? DOGS.

The pay is pretty decent for how little I actually work, though there is definitely room for me to earn more. I’ve only worked 6 days thus far. It’s exhausting and I’m still working on earning trust from some of the dogs (a few of them instantly have taken to me, but a couple are still a little tentative, but that’s to be expected), but it is rewarding as well. It’s nice to get to spend time with dogs again (I miss my dog back in Minnesota like crazy all the time) and I like the autonomy of it. I’m expected to show up at my clients’ houses at a certain time, take care of their dog(s) and then move on to the next place. I have a set schedule that allows me little pockets of down time to read a chapter or down part of a sandwich before I pick up my next dog. What’s great about the company I work for is that we only walk one dog at a time (or two if the household has two dogs), and therefore only walk for one household at a time. It’s very one-on-one and that makes it a lot less stressful. I mean, it’s still stressful, but it’s more manageable.

Like I said, though, I’m exhausted by the end of the day. In addition to walking the dogs, I walk between clients’ houses and start and end the day with over a half a mile walk to/from my apartment to the subway. So, I’m walking at least 5-6 miles a day and am outside for a majority of the day. A construction guy in the neighborhood I work in has already given me the nickname “Miss Ohio” because I wore a college t-shirt one day. (I’m encouraged to dress comfortably because I’m either on the floor with dogs, out walking them, or picking them up to carry them past crowds or construction.) I’m glad that I don’t have to dress up and can wear whatever I want.

I’m also glad that this job allows me time in the evening and on weekends to write. I’m presently in the middle of Chapter 5 of my book. I plan on writing more tomorrow, but the last thing I wrote was the first official meeting of my protagonist and his eventual love interest.

I’ve been reading as much as I can within the same genre (and totally feel like a creeper every time I got to the library and make a beeline for the YA section – oh well). What I’m finding is that of the four books I’ve read in the past couple weeks, none of them have ended wholly happily for the protagonist. His love interest has either gotten the shit beat out of him and/or died. While I am planning for the love interest in my book to get ruffed up a bit, I’m not going to kill him. That would completely ruin the ending I have planned for my boys… and isn’t it okay to want there to be a happy ending? I mean, their lives aren’t going to be perfect by any means, but I want to end it hopeful as opposed to super depressing or ambivalent.

I just picked up another John Green book (“Paper Towns”), which is YA, but not along the lines of what I’m writing… I just like reading his stuff because I like his writing style (even if I don’t always agree with how his stories progress). But, I’m in the middle of reading “Water for Elephants” (also not in my genre, but I like animals and thought the premise was good even if I thought the movie looked stupid). So, I’m hoping to finish “Water for Elephants” tonight or tomorrow so I can get on with “Paper Towns.”

So much to do, not enough time. I wish there were more days to the week so I could read as much as I want/need to and still have copious amounts of time to write.

See, that’s another thing I’ve been thinking about/talking about with some friends… maybe the fact that I can’t find a for real grown up job is that I’m not meant to have one. Maybe I’m supposed to write. I mean, I write all the time (which I still laugh at because I used to hate it so much… and I still find it frustrating, but a good frustrating), but maybe one day that will actually turn into something. Like, maybe someday people will pay me to write. Or pay me for what I’ve written. I have “publish a novel” and “sell a screenplay” on my Bucket List. (I also have “adapt [insert movie title that I’m not going to reveal] into a Broadway musical” on there, but I need to fax the studio to inquire about rights stuff before I get started on that. It’s so perfect in my head, it’s ridiculous.) I really think that can happen someday. I still have two unfinished screenplays… one of those is good, so I need to finish that and my book. I think those would be my best bets at at least getting my foot in a door somewhere.

The opera music has stopped… which means I can read in peace.

I’m going to go to bed early tonight, as I need to be up early tomorrow as a friend has tickets for us to see a 10:00am screening of The Wizard of Oz. (It’s not a guarantee, but we’re going to try and get in.)

Oh – before I go – yesterday I got to go to a rooftop bar in Chelsea for a work thing (not my dog walking job, a different part-time job I have). It was on the 23rd floor of this hotel on 26th street and we had a GORGEOUS view of the city. It was breathtaking. And while I was staring out over my city I thought about the people who told me I would never live here, or the people who told me I shouldn’t live here. But I do live here. I did it – I moved here. I’ve been here for over a year. And damn it, I’m going to be here as long as I can because I love New York City and I feel like I belong here. I can’t believe I ever let those people tell me I couldn’t do it. Well, I did do it. I’m still doing it. I’m still here.

All right – shower time and then READINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Have a good one šŸ™‚