T is for tedium

There is a part of a task that is like the B-roll of an editor's work day. It's not anything important, you feed it in when there's a space that needs taking up, it's an easy task and usually taken up by some fancy shot of a mountain or a bird or the view outside of a window or perhaps someone just scrubbing the floor.
The B-roll moments in life are what happens during that montage scene. We don't even amount to B-roll in these moments. We are the cut-away, the strip of film lost forever in a bin or given off to some ecstatic fan, glad to own the unwanted moments of another person's dream.
What I'm getting at is that I'm in one of those moments, but it's getting ruined by sunny feelings and the comfort of a good book.
It's strange... Feeling glad about some little action just because you are in a positive place, and even if you have a thousand more things to do.
The Boy and I are in that moment of unpacking that you've reached 'unpacked' days ago but not everything has a place. Mainly because you haven't been able to buy that one piece of furniture (i.e. the bookshelf) that keeps almost all of your personal effects at bay. Yes, we abandoned all but the books and the beasts, because neither are something you can purchase without fully adopting them.

I feel like everything is crying out to me that it wants to fit in to its own little place but IKEA is a 30$ cab drive away.
*sigh*
First world problems, as they would say.

T is for trade

I imagine many have the same problem as me. Or at least I think they do. Do you ever read those blogs about mothers or some such and they have some kind of problem and they explain that some days are hard. I am completely incapable of reading those at the moment. You want to know why? For the same drawn out, upsetting, headache inducing reason that the internet is filled with people wasting time here.

 These women or men, either have or are married to someone who is bringing in money.

Finding a job (in the area of your choosing) is almost completely impossible these days. Some would argue, you're not looking hard enough. But you know what? You know what I just want to yell out to the universe when people say these things?
OK! Alright! You've convinced me. You've convinced the person that has no idea what in the name of everything they are doing. If I had any idea of where to look other than the places I am looking at the moment, I would! Please explain, tell me what I can do to work harder at this because I will.
See the problem I think it is, other than the fact that there are way too many people that never quit their jobs in North America hence there are never any open spots until someone screws up but since the economy is tight everyone just walks on egg shells and the ones that do screw up are the ones that take risks and ultimately become the owners of the company anyways!

*breathes in* 

What I think one of the problems are is that after you get out of University or whatever learning area you were in. That's it. You learn, you are given a diploma, you walk out of the building, and there you are. You know more, you have more experience on projects (but not the experience that gets you job credits) and you are older than before you went to that place of learning. 

And that's all. That's how you come out of it. 

Then you do what anyone our age would do. Go on the internet.

"Oh there must be something under Jobs, my city, my awesome area of expertise" 

We are not currently searching for any new applicants.

"Hmm, let's go to the little known page 2 of Google!"

There are no openings at the moment.

"Alright then... Jobs, my awesome area of expertise"

Have you worked for 7 to 10 years in the industry creating such amazing work that even the Gods in Olympus weep at the very sight of you.

"Well no."

Then sorry but we have no openings at the moment. 

At one point I wonder to myself, how can they need so many senior people? They have people working there don't they? Make them senior and then make me the new person. 

It seems perfectly logical. 

We're looking for someone who has experience so they can give us something new and vibrant.

"Wait wait wait. Someone who has been in the business of whatever for that long has surely fallen into certain routines. Wouldn't something new come from a new mind? One untarnished by doing something for so many years?"

Well we don't want it to be too different because that would be taking a risk and we don't do that.

"Ah."

*cue curling up into a sad heap and scrolling through reddit, hoping for some kind of laugh*

*play with cat a bit*

*contemplate becoming something with less experience needed*

*realize you're a weak person who can't do any of those actual man jobs*

*cry like the sad artist that you are*

T is for Tale: the second tale - Part 3

---As he propelled himself to the exit, the big dark shadow of the giant fish loomed over Read.
"Read. I'm thirty one years old. You are the closest thing I've had to a friend ever since you were hatched." Pock declared, "If you're going up to the surface. I'm going with you."
Read's gleaming, bulging eyes, gleamed as he looked up at his old friend.
"Thank you."---

Although Pock was short one fin he was still a fast fish, all sharks could be fast if they wanted to, and Read had to clamp down every single one of his legs around Pock's dorsal fin.
"You better get ready." Pock said softly, gliding to the side quickly and hiding in the shade of a rock.
"For what?"

Suddenly a giant wave of ropes erupted into through the water. Read had never heard such a sound, it had come from above. A rustle like something breaking the water itself.
The ropes were all crisscrossed into a net. He had seen much smaller pieces down in the metal wreck Pock lived in. The net pulled closer and suddenly it closed in on itself. Read cried out in shock as all the fish swimming inside of it were squashed together.
"Pock!" Read called, "What's happening?"
"They are being hunted. By the ones who hunted me." Pock explained.
"We have to help!" Read cried as he bolted through the water, propelling himself towards the thick ropes.
 "Help!" A little halibut sobbed from just beside Read.
The young octopus jumped back quickly. The sharp little teeth gleamed through the tight rope that was dragging the cloud of halibut up to the end of the water.
"Please!" Another halibut cried.
Read hesitated. He had lost a few of his siblings to halibut... But this wasn't the time to think of that. No fish deserved to be hunted in masses like this.
"Pock!" Read cried, "I can't break the ropes!"
The hesitation in Pock's eyes was evident as he stared out from his hiding place but as Read wrapped his long legs around the ropes that tied up his natural enemies, Pock had no other option but to blast forward.
It took only a second for the rows of teeth to rip straight through the lines and the halibut poured free. Pock immediately circled around Read and opened his mouth wide as the halibut jumped at the little octopus.
"No!" the little halibut that had spoken to Read cried, "We need to leave now!"
The cloud answered without a word being spoken and dove down into the depths of the water. Through the giant cloud, resonating on the walls created by the giant flat fish, Read heard the distant call of thanks from the little halibut.

"Are you sure you still want to go up?" Pock asked.
"Yes."
"We wait till the metal belly is gone." Pock pointed up to the shadow off in the distance.
It was a long dark shape and as the rope was completely pulled away a low groan echoed through the waters. Read watched in horror as the water behind the shadow started twirling frantically in all directions and the giant slab of metal crept forth.

To be continued in: the second tale - Part 4

T is for tail

Today I just wanted to share my little loving family because well... isn't this just the cutest picture ever?

Ps: Harleen Quinzel - Rat ; Rocky - Cat

T is for tools

You know what I love? Seemingly unimpressive objects that have a great purpose.
You know which object I love at the moment? Bluetac.
I'm sure everyone, everywhere, has used this amazing reusable adhesive at some point and isn't it a wonder? This is the beginnings of the wall in front of my writing place (hem... the dining table... hem hem *cough*)

This was apparently a message of appreciation.