Today was nice. Martha wanted to go to Red Hook, a southern neighborhood of Brooklyn. I was initially opposed because it is essential exactly where I work and I always want to avoid that place on the weekends, but I obliged and I'm glad I did. We took two trains, the same ones I take everyyyy day to get to work but then walked for about 15 minutes in the opposite direction until we reached the water. Beautiful, industrial, waterfront. We paused to take pictures in front of a particularly photogenic wall, thus igniting a day of silly picture taking. See examples below.
So we giggled down to the edge of the water wear we purchased small key lime pies from some notable pie place in a old picturesque warehouse, and then we walked back up for about 15 minutes where we found a bar where Martha bought me a beer because she is nice and I am in a bit of a financial struggle wherein my work hasn't paid me for over a month. It's not good but I'm not very surprised from the condition of things, so I'm job searching. I never really liked working there and the prospect of discontinuing working there is really nice but it's making it so much more unbearable to be there even for a perspectively short amount of time. They're trying to improve operations and reach out for more work, and I do think that's important and wise and I like the people I work with and I think they're very talented and more than worthy of success but I just am having a very hard time caring and putting in the effort they're asking of me when I can't pay the bills and already have one mental foot out of the door. But i'm going to Portland on Wednesday. That's only two more days of being in there before I can flee for a week. In a perfect world I would go into work Wednesday morning (a big shot production designer is visiting the shop to discuss a project we're building for him, and I just really want to meet him) and then go straight from there to an interview and then straight from there to the airport. Freedom!! It's so close.
So we giggled down to the edge of the water wear we purchased small key lime pies from some notable pie place in a old picturesque warehouse, and then we walked back up for about 15 minutes where we found a bar where Martha bought me a beer because she is nice and I am in a bit of a financial struggle wherein my work hasn't paid me for over a month. It's not good but I'm not very surprised from the condition of things, so I'm job searching. I never really liked working there and the prospect of discontinuing working there is really nice but it's making it so much more unbearable to be there even for a perspectively short amount of time. They're trying to improve operations and reach out for more work, and I do think that's important and wise and I like the people I work with and I think they're very talented and more than worthy of success but I just am having a very hard time caring and putting in the effort they're asking of me when I can't pay the bills and already have one mental foot out of the door. But i'm going to Portland on Wednesday. That's only two more days of being in there before I can flee for a week. In a perfect world I would go into work Wednesday morning (a big shot production designer is visiting the shop to discuss a project we're building for him, and I just really want to meet him) and then go straight from there to an interview and then straight from there to the airport. Freedom!! It's so close.
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