It's Pronounced Mori

Tomorrow I start my new job in the Ministry of Health, Maori Health Division. They were very "keen" to have me. Apparently there's a serious shortage of labor in New Zealand, an excellent time to enter the contract work force.

So, I'm going to have money and not live on the street again. It's a lot more difficult to become homeless than I had thought in years past. I used to stake out good homeless spots and make contingency plans, because I was so confident it would happen. Walk past a little sheltered alley and think, "Yeah, that would be a good spot. I could sleep there." Figure out all the schemes for getting free food, internet, and comfy seats. I tell ya, if I were homeless I'd spend so much time in the library. You'll notice I'm not the only one to think that way if you ever visit the central San Francisco Public Library.

This all feels good today. Things are coming together, and I'm already excitedly anticipating budgeting on my meager temp salary. I know, I'm crazy, but I really enjoy scrimping and saving and planning and making financial charts. I haven't gotten to do this stuff in quite a while, because Francisco was in charge of finances here. And before that, I was making a little bit too much money to really have a challenge. I would try to mix it up by sending an entire 2 week salary to my student loans, but it felt like I was faking it. I'd just start using my credit card like crazy until my salary caught up again the following month. What a poor poser!

Now I know, next time I'm making a reasonable salary, I should get pregnant to mix things up. Or start a wicked cocaine habit. Or fall in with a bad guy. The only real downside I can think of being poor again is not being able to travel. We had all these plans to go to Vanuatu or Fiji, and even Japan again, and now it seems almost certain none of this is possible for me. I'm not even sure about that extravagant hike we all booked for December.

Oh my god, Hudson, my temp agency, just called me again for the third time this morning. Previously I had been called for a 2 day temp roll starting today (I declined, I'm still wearing a towel at 10:30 this morning and loving it), and the longer term MOH job (I accepted). This phone call was to ask whether I know anyone interested in temping right now. They sounded desperate to fill that 2 day roll. Holy crap this is insane! The guy I talked to yesterday promised me that whenever I am between longer assignments, if there is a day or two off they will start calling me at 7:30 am every day to find out what they can do for me. I'm gonna have to start turning my phone off. One of the biggest draws for me with temping is the random couple of days off. Even if it means giving up sushi for a while I don't want to give those up!

I'm going to get dressed now. I'll wear my sexiest underwear and no one will get to see.