First week at Amazon: Complete. I’d say it went quite well, I’m pretty sure I more than met the 75% goal on speediness (after the first two days of training I didn’t once get told what I was at so I can only speculate since my name isn’t up on the daily results list yet) but I had five errors over the course of four days. Not a huge deal since I’m new, but I aim to have none tomorrow.
In celebration of one week done, I drove three hours to Kansas City and back today to go to a Renaissance Festival. This makes seven ren faires I have now been to in six different states, it’s a Dream List thing of mine. There may not be a lot of room in my little closet, but I still managed to fit my costume in there somehow. Now I’m going to have to try hard to stay up late tonight so that I sleep in tomorrow and get back on the right sleep schedule for work again. Oh well, it was definitely worth it.
There’s just something special about driving home after a ren faire that leads to clarity of thought for me. It must be some combination of post-faire good mood giddiness and the extra time with nothing to do but think (since faires never seem to be close to where I’m living/staying and thus a lot of driving is involved) that sparks me into viewing things in a different way. Have any of you ever noticed this phenomenon? Not specifically when driving home from a renaissance festival, but after doing something you really enjoy doing that helps you unwind?
I’ve been riding on the wave of Oh-My-Gosh-I’m-Actually-Out-RVing since I left Bluffton exactly one month ago (huzzah!), and the thought of what should come next hadn’t really stuck in my mind until the drive home today.
Now it is. It didn’t happen in a flash of divine inspiration. It’s building slowly, like the thunderstorms that rolled in yesterday evening. Flickers of light dance in the distance and a breeze is stirring, a sign of things to come. We’ll see what forms from it, but I feel my ‘vacation’ is over for now and it’s time to get back to work on the next big thing. Because in the real world dreams don’t just come true by wishing and hoping, they happen with planning and some serious elbow grease.
Speaking of storms, they’re scarier in the Casita then they are in apartments. It’s not the thunder and lightning, although that’s definitely louder with less insulated walls. It’s the wind. The shelter of a RV seems much less complete when the wind can rock it back and forth like a see-saw. Not that Cas (yep, that’s it’s name) was truly in danger of blowing over, it’s just unnerving.
Well, I have pictures from the festival that need uploading for Julie (who was there in spirit if not in body) and other things to attend to. Tomorrow may be the start of another work week for many of us, but I challenge you to tackle it with a smile – attitude is half the battle. The other half is deciding what you’d rather be doing and setting aside as much extra time and energy as you can afford to actually do something about it.It's good to share: