I thought I’d get a jump on the whole “year in review” blog that everyone seems to post around this time of year. Now is as good of a time as any. I’m sitting on the couch, the Jewish apple cake is in the oven, and there’s at least 2 hours to kill before I have to go to my mom’s for Christmas.
My year in review list is considerably shorter than it was going to be. This happens a lot with stuff I write. I don’t edit a ton, but I usually end up with some monstrously long thing that I walk away from for 30 minutes and then hack to pieces. No one needs a novel…yet. At least not until I’m getting paid for writing one.
In 2009, the following happened:
I worked for a crazy person.
I got laid off by the crazy person.
I started working at another bar.
I submitted lots of resumes and got less than a dozen interviews.
One of the jobs I didn’t get was as a part time secretary to a cemetery director. The job would have taken place in his family’s basement that smelled like wet dog and had antique guns all over the walls. My self esteem was not so good after this.
One of the jobs I was offered but turned down was a little too close to my previous position for comfort (in the way of financial uncertainty, I mean). I was fine with my decision until I’d been unemployed for 6 months. Then I started wondering why I was so colossally dumb.
I threw my very first party in the apartment I’ve been in for almost three years. Aside from salsa caked to the floor and someone who spilled coffee all over the inside of my refrigerator, it was pretty great. Every time I think about how one of my neighbors annoys me, I make myself think about how no one called the cops that night and then I say a silent thank you.
I started writing a real blog. This one right here!
I had lots of dinner parties.
I was finally offered a crappier version of my old old job, which I took because I needed a paycheck.
My dog died.
After my dog died, I spent a lot of time crying in my car at unexpected times.
One of the things to (temporarily) drag me out of the Marley blues was Three Cheers for the Weirs, easily one of my favorite parts of 2009. I’ve said it probably a dozen times before, but I’m so grateful for all of my friends and co-workers who helped a very deserving family. If you ever think I’m made of stone, consider that I still get the vapors a little at this video.
Then I got promoted.
My sister got a job, which meant she needed a babysitter. She asked my nephew who he wanted to watch him, and he said “Erin!” My heart grew however many sizes the Grinch’s did.
Christmas Eve; Graham and I sat around eating quiche and watching movies. In addition to the rocks glasses I’d requested, he pulled a very thoughtful move and gifted me with a gorgeous bottle of Scotch (which I cleverly used to stretch out a bottle of vanilla extract this morning…the extract is already alcohol, so it can’t hurt…right?). So excited to acquire this taste.
And now….again, just sitting here. Writing. Thinking that the cake smells good. It’s snowing out. I miss Marley. I need to give out some presents, receive a 3-year-old’s hugs, and see all my friends tonight for the annual Christmas drunkening. That makes a year.