it’s been a weird summer. a long-short summer.
of course, summer has been over for a while. but as i am on the other side of the world, where summer is still very real, i feel i can still talk about it.
after japan, i spent some time working at an archiving job in which i didn’t get paid. was i volunteering? no. i just didn’t get paid.
that was lovely.
soon after, i was hired at the cbc as a production assistant for a food show called best recipes ever. for 6 weeks, i lived, breathed, slept the cbc. if you wanted to find me, chances were i was doing something for the show. it was, to say the least, an interesting experience, one that gave me many memorable moments. i went on epic food shopping trips. i nearly went out of my mind with paranoia carrying $2500 in cash going out on friday nights. i spent inordinate amounts of time with my few coworkers that frequently culminated in exhaustion, or outbreaks of song and dance, or bizarre instances of both. i acquainted myself with every noteworthy butcher in the city. i stressed and sped and ate delicious food out of plastic liter containers in my car while stopped at red lights.
and my life has changed in notable ways. i have acquired useful skills for the better functioning of everyday life. i now look for only the most beautiful produce. i actually think and vocalize my thoughts of food products as appropriate for display (me: “the tops on those carrots are beautiful. they would be really nice for display, don’t you think?” friend: “uh…” with accompanying awkward laugh). i want to purchase two spray bottles – for water and vinegar (after all, i have to water my new basil plant. and clean my counter tops). should i care to, i can make a perfect bowl of sour cream, complete with a soft peak on top.
oh, the joys.
and then, with as much suddenness as work began, it abruptly ended. like a short-lived, heady, intense love affair – it consumed me, and then vanished.
now i am in the philippines once again. it feels emptier this time. i haven’t much to do, and what i do have, i can hardly muster the energy to actually perform. i listen to music. infrequently, distractedly. i read. slowly, with little attention and even less comprehension. i apply for jobs, and get increasingly disheartened as i do so. i drink the beer grandpa purchases for me on a nearly nightly basis. i try to ignore the fact that this summer has also been painful, overwhelming, difficult.
i watch the rain fall.
i let the zombies eat my brains.