The good news is that since I haven’t been working very much, I’ve been able to take in Southern California’s wildflower bloom – I normally miss it since those fucking inconsiderate flowers pick one of the busy times of year (pilot season) to bloom and I’m usually working six days a week while I hear about the glorious flowery-ness of the area.
Then, when work slows down and I’ve got some time all the flowers are dead.
Not this year.
This year, I’m able to go see said flowers while they’re still relatively colorful. Although the really spectacular poppy reserve isn’t quite ready yet, I went up to Vasquez Rocks (which used to be very heavily used as a film location but not so much anymore) and saw some lovely flowers and a disturbingly lush green desert.
The bad news is that there isn’t going to be a pilot season this year – in Los Angeles, at least. Most of the pilots are shooting out of state (and I’m guessing the TV shows that get picked up will also shoot out of state), so it’s probably not going to get busy again anytime soon.
The good news is that I’m working tomorrow. Yay!
The bad news is that I got a ticket on the way home tonight.
The good news is that I had my proof of insurance with me (if you don’t have this in California, you get a very expensive ticket and have to go beg a judge for mercy).
The bad news is that my insurance bill has doubled because of the new car.
The good news is that I haven’t had a ticket in so long I’ll be able to go to traffic school so my insurance won’t go up any more.
The bad news is that now I can’t take the cat to the vet, because now I have to pay the ticket and traffic school.
The good news is that now I can’t take the cat to the vet, so I won’t lose any blood.
The bad news is that this morning, when I was swinging open the garage door, I got a splinter rammed right under one of my fingernails.
The good news is that the neighbor’s kids learned a new word!
The bad news is that I’m going to have to have that bunion surgery.
The good news is that while I’m recuperating I can collect disability, which pays more than unemployment.
The bad news is I have a date over the weekend. With someone I met on Facebook.
Oh, wait. That’s good news. Maybe. We’ll see.