A couple of days ago I realised that I hadn't written a long rambly post for quite a while... in fact since
New Years a lot of my posts have been fairly light on actual information... yeah, I
got my hot water back, and had
coffee with a potential model... but I haven't really had anything to SAY... at least nothing that actually looks like something of importance.
There are a couple of those longer rambly posts rattling around in my head, but one of them needs to wait until I've read
one of my Christmas presents and the other won't let me pin it down long enough to actually work out what it is...
I think part of the problem is that, like a fair few other Bloggers around the place, I've kind of come down with a case of the Post Christmas Mean Reds* (see bottom of post)... I don't know that it actually has anything to do with Christmas being over... maybe it's more about the start of a new year and the fact that I pretty much feel stuck...
Of course, the Universe, having a fairly sick sense of humour, finds it funny to send particular things my way when I'm in this kind of mood... like on Thursday, watching Oprah, the show was
Have You Let Yourself Go?... and while most of it was about stay-at-home Moms and just women in general, there was just enough in the show to hit home with me to make me, once it was over, pick up the phone and call
my girlygirl at my new agency to check in with her and see what was happening... stoopid Oprah...
The end part of the show was about asking yourself
Who am I? (stealing from Oprah.com...
It's a lifelong question. It's not about the stuff… "I'm a mom," or "I'm a good employee" - it's "When I was born, what was the plan for my life?")... And to be honest I'm in two minds about both knowing and not knowing the answer...
For the path of my life up until this point, yeah, I'm fairly sure I know what the plan was, because it's all there, laid out behind me, and I completed it all, or at least all the bits of it that I can see... it's the other half... the future path that I'm pretty much clueless about... I don't know that it's all one big plan though... although there is a whole theme at work, but I don't know that I've got anywhere left to go in said theme...
Hmmm... I think this might have been the other rambly post that I mentioned at the beginning wouldn't be pinned down... and it possibly deserves its own post at a later date, where I can be less vague and quasi mysterious about it all...
Anyway... where was I...
The aforementioned agency girlygirl didn't call me back until Friday morning... technically I should have known she would probably be doing interviews all afternoon on Thursday... I mean I went to see her for my interview in the afternoon... on a Thursday... and she came straight out of another interview before me... so... yeah...
She gave me the usual "Things are picking up again after Christmas, I'll keep you posted" spiel... I worked for an agency at one point myself... though not as a consultant thank god... so I know how it goes... I do have a good feeling about this girlygirl though... she's all funky and whatnot, and I know there's a job on it's way... I just need to be in the right place at the right time.
I've only heard back from one other agency out of
the seven I sent my resume to... and that was a really brief email (which actually got caught in my spam filter and very nearly got deleted... which also makes me wonder if there were other answers that DID get killed by the spam filter) basically saying "Thanks, we don't got nothing for you, but we're lazy, so add your details to our database on the website so we can look you up without having to do anything"... I haven't bothered as yet... stoopid agency...
I really do want to be working again... this whole "enforced vacation" thing was fun... but I'm kind of over it now...
like Eddy I like the whole routine and mental stimulation thing of work... at least when I'm working somewhere fun, or if not "fun", at least stimulating... hell, at this point I would even be up for somewhere that's dull and not so mentally challenging... so long as I was getting paid.
Which weirdly enough, does seguay into one of the other things that's been floating around in my head a lot of late.... a combination of thoughts about what happens when Ma dies and what happens when I die... cheerful, no?
Ma isn't getting any younger, she'll be 59 this year, and given that we have this very atypical relationship, it's mother/son but with a secondary "friend" layer over that... I actually enjoy spending time with her... which is partly why we do
the movie thing... spending time with her isn't a chore or something to be suffered through.
And so, I wonder what happens after she's gone... which then makes me wonder about what happens after I'M gone... I especially get that feeling looking around my apartment... what happens to my tons and tons of crap after I'm dead... who do I leave all the DVD's and all the books and all the stuff to?
Part of the whole Ma thing comes back to the job thing... she's not going to be working forever (retirement in Australia is somewhere in there between 60 and 70... but there
doesn't seem to be hard and fast rules about it), and I'd like to be able to spoil her, buy her things, take her places, not support her as such, but throw money in her general direction when appropriate... lord knows she's done it for me enough times.
Add to all that the fact that my friendship base is pretty damn thin on the ground (ie pretty much non existant) at present... given that
J is in London,
Lownee disappeared into the ether,
Raury is dealing with his own traumas, and various other friends have chosen to absent themselves from my life for one reason or another. There's the
Camera Club gang, but they're more acquaintances than friends... and the one person who I did consider a friend disappeared from Camera Club for most of last year...
I'm a solitary person though, so for the most part it isn't that much of a problem... and I suck at the whole social situation thing, unless I already know at least a couple of the people around me...
So yeah... such is the sum total of my life at the moment... not quite sucking beyond the telling of it... but it has it's moments...
It also explains why I just read
certain things written by other Bloggers and just roll my eyes... yeah, friends, good job, great apartment, an only occasionally psychotic boyfriend, lot and lots of sex... how terrible is your life! (I'm only teasing (mostly)... I love the little smurf really)
Okay, I think that's enough of a rambly "Where's My Head At" post... waits for the collective sigh of relief from around the globe...
* Mean Reds: "The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?" - Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany'sCurrent Mood: 
Today marked the start of the 2006 Camera Club season... okay, that's a big fat lie.... technically it started last week, but that was a boring workshop thing that I didn't want to go to...
This shot gives you a good indication about a) the less obvious reason I only shoot the male models, and b) what it's like on a Camera Club photoshoot... 20,000 photographers (what... we all know I exaggerate), all trying to get a shot of the same (female) model or models. We always kind of compare it to a flock of seagulls... you throw one seagull one piece of food and suddenly every seagull in a 200km radius shows up... just substitute "Camera Club photographer" for "seagull" and "model" for "piece of food"...
