I started work last week.  I haven’t had a real job in about two and half years.  I did make some money with some freelance writing but I haven’t had a traditional job in quite a while.  I was hired to help set up and run the county fair and I have to say I have quite enjoyed what I am doing.  Event planning was a huge part of my job at the last television studio I worked at and everyone I work with appreciates my contributions along with the knowledge I bring to the event.  I have to say it feels pretty good to be appreciated for your talents.  Aside from writing I haven’t had an opportunity to put more of my experience to good use.  It is amazing to have the opportunity to do something different and be appreciated and recognized for doing it.  And I am getting paid pretty well.

I have a six day break before everything really starts coming in for the event.  I was glad to have some days off.  We spent two days out of town, visiting farmers markets and just looking around.  I slept on the way home and for most of Saturday.  It was a nice opportunity to relax before returning to work.  Yesterday morning I got up, grabbed my kitty and started for the living room.  As I made my way to the door it happened.  I was trying to keep hold of my kitty when my foot struck something that shot pain across the top of my foot.  I looked down to find a pair of picture frames leaning against a chair.  I swore under my breath.

I managed to make my way to the living room cursing as I struggled to hold on to my cat as I sat down.  She wiggled free and I pulled my throbbing foot up to examine the damage.  My pinky toe was already swollen to the size of a Vienna sausage and sticking out to the left away from my other toes, a bruise creepy across the top of my foot.  And guess what?  I broke my fucking toe.

It isn’t the end of the world.  It hurts but for the most part I can stand the pain and I can hobble around alright.  I don’t work ‘til Thursday and I fully intend on going so I am doing my best to stay off of it for now.  If I can get a shoe on I’ll be fine.   I need to work.  I need the social interaction and the money.

It is funny how things happen.  Sometimes events seem senseless.  I needed a job so I could have some money and get my own mode of transportation.   I do those things and then I get hurt, hindering my ability to do what I need to do.  I do have some other stuff going on in my life and I think maybe I needed a distraction from that.

The one thing I have to say for the current state of my life is nothing feels like a disaster.  I don’t feel like the world is falling down around me.  I am working on getting where I want to be and broken toe isn’t that big of a deal.