Good morning, all! The events of the past copuple of days with the LoC concert and my dealings with my brothers about father's land in Ohio have brought on a huge depression that have kept me in bed all morning with no desire to move further. I am up, and I will bathe, dress, and spend the remainder of the day at the NYPL doing research I like rather than deal with the tsuris that my personal and professional life are currently in.
My worst jobs occurred during my Ohio life after grad school, 1972-1979, when the good jobs meant working in community theatre and symphony with wonderful people, teaching creative dramatics to kids between 5 and 15, all for no pay, and dealing with the frustrations of working for morons like the owner of Office Outfitters, perhaps my least finest hour as a delivery truck driver, while looking for a job that would allow me to do what I wanted with my life. If I had not been so obtuse to the universe, I would have realized it was saying get out of town now. The only good thing about the seven years is that when I finally moved to New York, I was ready to jump into a bigger pond.