back to the torch

Faced with the prospect of job hunting and returning to the grind, the time had clearly come to get back to the torch. So with the help of Caroline (teeny tiny freak show), I am getting the studio organized, working on a website and my etsy store and am churning out the glass with renewed vigor.

Of course, I still have 4 courses to go before I'm a college grad (on the 30 year plan) so I've got to fit in the reading and writing too. There's a possibility of my working part-time temp -- had a promising interview at NYSUT today, so life is suddenly extremely busy and I'm diggin' it. NYSUT seems like a good fit -- both ways. They like my experience with organized labor and as a legislative assistant, and I like the hours. Fingers crossed on this one.

Job one is to keep my energy up, which I struggle with. But besides a gramma/baby nap on Sunday, I haven't napped for a couple weeks -- and those who know me, you know I live to nap.

So Kopi Glass is no more -- too many people said "what? copy glass? what is that?" and all my printed materials were out of date, so time to come up with a new handle. I imposed on my girl gang to brainstorm new biz names for me, and hours of hilarity ensued over the weekend. Among the favorite (but, really, unusable) suggestions: Slut Buttons, Glass of the Mohicans, Bellybuttons, Buttons Along the Mohawk, Khyber Pass Glass, Your Ass Is Glass, Wandering Jew, Pure Bug Beauty, Afroburner Buttons -- you get the idea.

After all that (thank you ladies, I shall treasure your efforts) I went back to my first pick, Thistle Hill Glass. It's a real place, the location of my Petersburg property. So if I never get to build my dream shack off the grid, I'll at least have memorialized the location.

Suddenly there aren't enough hours in the day. I like that. My energy plan -- a swig of liquid B-12 with my morning pot of coffee.