A puppy pic and a rant for you on this lovely hump day morning. 

That’s Webster after our extra long walk yesterday. 

Our town is kind of a beach town. We’ve got five miles of beach on the Long Island Sound. We’ve also got something like a year round population of over 50,000. So we’ve got a beach but the town doesn’t empty at the end of the season. 

Anyway, from October 1st to April 1st dogs are allowed on the beach. It’s wonderful (though I think they should be allowed until May 1st but that’s a rant for another day). Now that beach season is over we’ve been taking Webster on super long walks and cutting through one of the beach parking lots on our way home. 

Well, not last night. 

As I turned into the lot I spotted the Animal Control van. Okay, fair, I thought. They are making sure dogs aren’t on the beach yet. Until I see the van driving over to us. “You can’t be here until October 1st,” said the grumpy man. “Even the parking lot?” I asked. “Yup.” “Can I walk through to the Mariana just this time?” “Go out the way you came in.” I mumbled “that’s ridiculous” loud enough for him to hear, on purpose obviously (yay for being passive aggressive). 

Our usual three mile walk became four and a half. I was so furious for the rest of the walk home that I has to turn off my audiobook (finally listening to Wild) because I couldn’t focus. 

I realize it’s very silly to be so worked up about this. But it is ridiculous! My town is paying some old guy to kick people with their leashed dogs out of an EMPTY parking lot at 6:30pm on a Tuesday?!

For the walk home I kept thinking that instead of using resources to have that guy parked there they should be enforcing the ordinance to pick up after your dogs. We’ve got a few in our neighborhood who don’t and Webster, the gross little munchkin that he is, sometimes likes to grab a little snack if I don’t stop him quickly enough. 

And wouldn’t you know it, as we turned out to our street and I was shuffling for my keys Webster went for some other dogs poop.

End rant.

A puppy pic and a rant for you on this lovely hump day morning.

That’s Webster after our extra long walk yesterday.

Our town is kind of a beach town. We’ve got five miles of beach on the Long Island Sound. We’ve also got something like a year round population of over 50,000. So we’ve got a beach but the town doesn’t empty at the end of the season.

Anyway, from October 1st to April 1st dogs are allowed on the beach. It’s wonderful (though I think they should be allowed until May 1st but that’s a rant for another day). Now that beach season is over we’ve been taking Webster on super long walks and cutting through one of the beach parking lots on our way home.

Well, not last night.

As I turned into the lot I spotted the Animal Control van. Okay, fair, I thought. They are making sure dogs aren’t on the beach yet. Until I see the van driving over to us. “You can’t be here until October 1st,” said the grumpy man. “Even the parking lot?” I asked. “Yup.” “Can I walk through to the Mariana just this time?” “Go out the way you came in.” I mumbled “that’s ridiculous” loud enough for him to hear, on purpose obviously (yay for being passive aggressive).

Our usual three mile walk became four and a half. I was so furious for the rest of the walk home that I has to turn off my audiobook (finally listening to Wild) because I couldn’t focus.

I realize it’s very silly to be so worked up about this. But it is ridiculous! My town is paying some old guy to kick people with their leashed dogs out of an EMPTY parking lot at 6:30pm on a Tuesday?!

For the walk home I kept thinking that instead of using resources to have that guy parked there they should be enforcing the ordinance to pick up after your dogs. We’ve got a few in our neighborhood who don’t and Webster, the gross little munchkin that he is, sometimes likes to grab a little snack if I don’t stop him quickly enough.

And wouldn’t you know it, as we turned out to our street and I was shuffling for my keys Webster went for some other dogs poop.

End rant.

So, what’s next?

Now that I’m nearly one month into unemployment, I should probably have an idea of what’s next. Right? 

Not so.

Obviously, I’m applying for jobs. Mostly marketing/project management gigs, more of the same. Some days I feel like this is the absolute best thing to do it. It’s where I have experience and I can hopefully get back to work quickly. 

Other days, the thought of doing more the same is just too much. On those days, I spend my time looking at other industries, grad schools, certificate programs, etc. But I’ve yet to find something that makes me think “Yes! This is what I am meant to be doing and should money I don’t have to learn how to do!”

And every day, I think about making my little dream of Boxed & Bowed something real. My idea for Boxed & Bowed is more than the Etsy shop. It’s a brick and mortar shop for custom gift baskets (and boxes) and gift wrapping services. Some days I think “I can totally do this!” and spend the day working on a business plan, building a website, researching, etc. But then the next day I think “Yeah, right! This could never happen.”

Since this is my third time being unemployed and the first time I’m not living in Manhattan or planning a wedding and seriously freaking out about how to pay my bills*, I want to take the time to figure it all out. But it’s all very overwhelming. 

So, that’s where I’m at. Flip flopping every day about what to do with myself. 

*Obviously, paying bills and rent are stressing me out this time around but it’s a little less stressful to not be living in an insanely expensive city or paying for a wedding. It also helps to be on Ben’s insurance and not paying for Cobra.