Everyone’s excited about the mostly full solar eclipse tomorrow morning. I might wake up early enough to see it. I watched one in grade school that I remember vividly so I’m not so eager as some. Astral phenomena are like world records, you only really care about the ones you can clearly witness. The astrological implications of eclipses are more interesting to me. No matter how little someone believes the premise, eclipses clearly affect human behavior. Mercury’s also in retrograde, tigers and bears oh my.

In a more practical sphere, I have a new job. Dishwashing in a small, collaborative kitchen is basically an internship for me. Prep cooking is just tedious shit no one with ample skill wants to bother with. It’s an open kitchen and I suspect my presence has more to do with a gender token than actual talent. On the other hand, I’ve been cooking fresh food for years and have a reality teevee’s worth of kitchen knowledge. Just like my dedication to ER bolstering the work I did for x-ray school. Not everyone pays as much attention as I do. It’s a blessing and a curse.

I’ve processed quite a bit of my grief by working non-stop for two solid weeks. Even my nights off were booked with work at Raygun. Going out last night for a concert was the cherry on top of my triple-decker obligation sundae. My next break is a week off for my birthday. Even then I’m still working at Raygun for two days. It will be the last cocoon of vacation lingering from the unemployment era. I don’t plan to come up for air until December after that point. I’ve waited a long time for this chance to work.