New Year, Same as the Old Year

Hey, happy New Year, friends! As you can see, I did not perish in the Great Tofu Apocalypse of 2013. Phew! But you may rest assured I will exercise greater bean curd-related discretion this year. That’s as good a resolution as any, I think.

Plans for January:
1. Look for a job
2. Look for a job
3. Resist the urge to sink into the black pit of despair re: not having found a job
4. Drink a ridiculous amount of coffee

That about covers it.

Did I tell you I’m starting a web design class next week? The big project for the course will be building a website. But about what? My cat-obsessed child is voting for a kitten site. Or bunnies. Or music. Or math. Or all of the above. However, since her primary interests are not necessarily mine, I may reject all of her suggestions, heartfelt though they may be.

I do know that the site will not be a free blog full of random musings, expostulations, and the occasional political outburst. Been there, done that.

Please list your ideas in the comments below, preferably including plans for monetization, so I don’t have to find a job after all. Much obliged!

TR the Tech Professional

I was going to fold the laundry, but the cat is peacefully snoozing on top of it. I was going to begin cleaning my office, but the magnitude of the mess overwhelmed me. So I made a cup of tea and sat down to blog.

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Job search news: A friend and fellow editor had an offer of work she could not take. She posted (on the devil Facebook) a call for her comrades to step up and take it on. Up I stepped, and so I will soon have some freelance work editing dissertations for grad students. Now I have to set my price. How much will students who desperately want those doctoral degrees pay to make their lackluster prose shine and get their participles undangled?

In the meantime, the hunt for a steady job continues.

Also in the meantime, I signed up for a web design class, which begins in January. Pasting my ramblings into a free blog is about the extent of my current skill level in that realm. So an intro class will greatly increase it, I hope. Not that I’m expecting to get a techie job anytime soon. I’m too old and way too far behind the curve for that. But, many non-profits are even farther behind that curve and if I can write their grants AND manage their websites, all the better for my prospects.

Another benefit: credit. The college credits for the web design class, combined with the credits I earned for another class this quarter and the credits I earned a few years ago will make me eligible to have my long-lapsed teaching certificate reinstated. That will reopen another avenue for gainful employment. And I ask you, who wouldn’t want to be a substitute special ed teacher?

There it stands. Now I will abandon my messy office again and go run some errands. But alas, the moment of reckoning is coming.

Home for the Holidays

So I dropped my kid off at her 7:30 zero period class and headed for the coffee shop to get some work done. This has been my habit since school started in September. But today I opened my computer and realized I don’t have any work to do.

My main freelance gig ended a couple of weeks ago. The class I was taking ended a few days ago. I now have one ongoing job that happens two days a week and a handful of clients who send me occasional work, none of whom are sending any at the moment. I can’t even check the job boards because it’s too early for anything new to have been posted since I last checked, yesterday. So I guess it’s time to start blogging in earnest.

Things I would like to accomplish this month:

  • Lining up a new job to start in January
  • Getting various broken machines fixed
  • Attending to several administrative life tasks involving banks, doctors, and insurance
  • Cleaning my office

That’s enough for one month of underemployment that includes celebrating the major holiday of a religion I don’t subscribe to, right? The cognitive dissonance alone takes a lot of energy.

We’ve already done Chanukah, which came early this year. For Christmas we do only small, stocking-stuffer presents. But we also have a tree. Why do we have a tree? Elder child Tigger insisted we had to have one, and I couldn’t think of a good reason to refuse. What the heck; it’s a pagan thing anyway. So that’s three religions I don’t practice accounted for. What I need is a Goddess to make an offering to. If I’m going to engage in faux religious cultural rituals, I would rather dispense with the all male, all the time deities. Can we talk the reality of human creation here? We are born of our mothers.

I’m sure the Goddess would appreciate the Christmas cookies I make every year, with the recipe handed down from my Jewish grandmother. I’m sure I’ve posted the recipe in years past, but here it is again.

 

Grammy’s Butterballs

1 cup butter
½ cup sugar
2 eggs, separated
2 ¼ cups flour
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup chopped walnuts
red and green candied cherries

  1. Cream butter and sugar
  2. Add beaten egg yolks
  3. Add flour and salt
  4. Mix well
  5. Shape dough into 1-inch balls
  6. Roll balls in slightly beaten egg whites
  7. Roll balls in chopped nuts
  8. Press ½ cherry on top of each one
  9. Bake at 325 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes

You’re welcome.