As my sister said:
Who’s that between Miley’s bus fire and Mick Jagger’s confusion? OH YEA.
There are so many unanswered emails. A never-ending list of things, listed endlessly on my endless lists of things to do. Shall I tend to them tonight, with the last free moments of the day ticking slowly down? Shall I even, say, practice an instrument, or write a song?
No, no no. Not at the end of this dry, windy day. I shall instead pour myself another glass of stale beer from this old growler, dream about shaping myself into one of these people, and eat (almost) the tiniest slice of this, which is most certainly not raw and not vegan. Then I’ll pick up a book made out of actual pages of actual paper and read, snuggling with a tiny naked chihuahua. And nothing else.
In this first year I’ve been self-employed, I started dating somebody amazingly wonderful, adopted a tiny dog, watched my cat slowly destroy the nicest piece of furniture I’ve ever purchased, and bought a soprano Martin ukulele that was made in the 19fucking20s. For reals.
I’ve also been playing music as a duo with the aforementioned amazingly wonderful partner, practicing ukulele, writing songs, paying too much for car repair, booking shows, and playing shows.
I’ll tell you. Working food service, among other things. As a person who has fostered perhaps an unhealthy amount of resentment for every “traditional” jobby-type-job I’ve held, it’s been a refreshing change this past year to not feel that sense of dread and anxiety—of being completely put-out—when the alarm goes off in the morning. Which is something I only realize when I remember the dark food service days (which is, thankfully, not often).
So, I’ve got to respectfully disagree with Pyragraph’s Shenandoah Davis when she urges,don’t quit your day job. If you’re like me and can’t deal with other people micromanaging you in the pursuit of their dreams, then you should totally quit your day job. Gotta go with Tonya Kay on this one, and say yea to no Plan B! Well, kind of. I mean, babysitting isn’t, you know, something I’m intending to do for a really long time or anything.
Quit the day job! And ventured forth into an unknown world where my schedule (or at least the money-making parts of the schedule) materialized a week beforehand or the week of, which was kind of terrifying. Babysitting, play show, tutoring, writing, sleep, repeat. It was the repeat part I was most worried about at first. I wanted things to repeat but didn’t know if they would.
But I’m not terrified anymore. Somehow I’ve been paying rent (although I haven’t paid a full year’s worth of self-employed taxes yet, so there’s that other terrifying experience to look forward to, yay). Maybe I should be taking Tonya’s advice and spending more time being like the amazing indie Danielle Ate the Sandwich, who I’ve been using as a sort of career-model. That woman is a social media-posting, ukulele-slinging, toothbrush-hawking, video-making machine.
I’m not going balls-out into Tonya Kay’s no-Plan-B approach, because I’m not sure how possible that is living in this rather tiny town of Albuquerque.
But, I think that it’s liberating being self-employed in lots of little side jobs rather than being employed in a series of life-sucking, soul-draining jobby-job side jobs. I mean, when I think about what my life looked like over a year ago, I feel liberated. Mostly I just feel comfortable in my new routine and don’t spend so much time wallowing in how hard my last day job sucked (but sometimes I do, because it DID suck, hard).
In the meantime, I’m still gonna babysit because I still need to provide furniture for my cat to decimate, right? A girl has her responsibilities.
Here be two more videos from this FUNADAY experiment I most ill-advisedly got myself into. The first is one I wrote about the amazing wonders of amazingly wonderful Irish cheese. The second contains a suggestion that once you grate the cheese, it would be best to wash the grater immediately to save yourself heartache. The song is basically a meditation on dishtopia.
Buy this song on Bandcamp.
And hell, why not this one too?
This is a song about wanting to be a vegetarian, but, you know, not going through with it.
You can download this song here.
This time, a song about the wonders of nature, ordinary creatures, freakish creatures, plus what you can do to help them not become freakishly ordinarily extinct.
And now for something completely different! A video about airplanes and the people who ride on them. Ride in them? Sit in them? Fly them? No, fly on them? As they hurtle through space at mind-bending speeds? Yes, that. All of those. It’s about all those things.
This is a downloadable song. See?