The Bloody Doors Off

Okay, lemme tell you about my day. No, is too long. Lemme sum up.

Was at Second Career (sponsored by TDSB) from 9:30am-4:30pm, learning about how to put together a grant application to go back to school and upgrade my skills. Honestly, it was fucking intimidating. It’ll take me a couple of weeks to really put it all together. I know there are courses that would do well for me. AND if I can get in, I would get tuition and school fees paid for, as well as rent, food, some utilities, travel, covered during the period. (But even if I get approved, it might not start until summer.)

While I was there, I got an email from a client. Needed a couple of ideas for an advertisement in a Gala programme. So when I got home, spent 3 hours working on that. (The one day I wasn’t sitting on my hands begging for something to do.)

And right after that finished, I got a link to a job posting from my friend Lisa. And I’m entirely qualified for it. Even more fun? Given my ongoing questions of mental acuity (read: I had a breakdown, might be bi-polar, etc.) I qualify, by their standards, as having a disability (which hey, works in my favour — for ONCE).

Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya Paul Koster. You can’t kill my hopes. Not tonight, anyway.

Prepare to dance.