Well, not yet, but I'm working on it. Next I'll tackle triumphing over
perversity, and I expect stiffer opposition in that quest.
A few days ago I got the news that the place where I'm staying (helping out with rent, utilities, etc, in a sleeping-on-the-couch situation) is changing hands and that I had to go bye-bye. Bad news because, even working very hard, full-time at an interim job that pays pitifully low wages, I not only don't have enough income to sustain the ridiculously high rents here in Los Angeles but don't have enough to even move in anywhere. The
Reader's Digest version of all this is that I was facing being both penniless and homeless -- perilously close to a trifecta in Bush II's Amerika.
Things were looking fairly glum, and I spent that night and the next day frantically going over various ways in which I might avert catastrophe, as well as figuring out places that I could sleep and how I'd deal with my possessions. Suboptimal.
But then the trumpets sounded, the clouds parted, the angels descended, and several other things happened. The upshot is that I'm almost certainly moving to Las Vegas.
I've thought of it before, because Vegas offers many of the same advantages that I have here but is vasty less expensive at every turn. Rent, for example, is easily a third of what it is here. Not as congested and polluted, either, despite the influx of economic refugees from California these past 15 years. Hardly a paradise, but not bad. Tons of jobs. I'm up for some that somehow (without being full-on PhD-level positions...I'm happy for the break right now) fall within my career field, as it turns out -- stranger things have happened in Vegas -- and am cruising out there for the day on Wednesday to interview for at least one of them. Cool.
So it's just another example from the annals of things-that-turned-out-well-but-that-sucked-rather-voraciously-at-the-start. I love a happy ending. I mean, I'm not there yet, and I've got a long way to go to reclaim my life (finances most definitely included) from the wreckage caused by my wife, but something tells me I'm into something good. Viva Las Vegas, baby...