Week two

Well, it's the start of week two. 

I knew from the get-go that I was going to wait one week after my honeymoon before I started looking for work again. Who knew that the one week would blow as much as it did. My psyche has never been lower. 

After leaving my last job, I was full of optimism. If they didn't want me, someone out there did. I was going to find them and do the job I know I'm capable of doing. But after a week of cleaning and organizing my new home, running errands for my wife, and cooking breakfast and dinner for her before she leaves and comes home, I just wonder. Especially since my home is not even close to being organized. I need the kind coffee Michael Keaton drank in the second half of Mr. Mom to whip this place into shape, to relieve Kenny from his unhealthy, crack-like dependence on his Woobie, and to get back into shape again. 

I need a good bit of luck. And it may happen this week. I have two meetings with agencies here. One tomorrow and one on Wednesday. Not for full-time work. Heck, maybe not even for freelance. Just a meet and greet. With a possibility? 

Having moved from Atlanta to Memphis, my market has shrunk. Not that there aren't agencies in town. They're just smaller. Having worked here before, I know there's not too much movement from one agency to another. So finding my space has become harder. 

Maybe I need to create my own space. My own place. Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. We'll see if that's true. 

Nonetheless, even if the two meetings lead to nothing, I'm still playing the game. And that's important. Keeping my mind where it needs to be before it turns into a slimy goo that seeps from my ears.

Also, Betty and I received a new 35mm camera as a wedding gift. She thinks it's for all the concerts she goes to. Silly girl. I'm going wrap my meaty paws around that thing and shoot again. 

Anything to keep the brain occupied on creative endeavors. Even this blog. Though I'm not spouting anything that hasn't been said before by many talking heads, it's still a cathartic exercise.

Well, I'm off to clean the garage. My stuff is piled up in there, and Betty wants to be able to park in there again.

Also, the Sox open up today at 2pm. Opening Day at Fenway. Nothing more beautiful than that. Go Sox!

peace.