If you've been following this blog, you'll notice a pattern of unemployment beginning in May and ending in September for the last 3 years or so. This summer is no different. I recently had to leave the only job I've ever loved, but such is the nature of the UC Davis Temp Pool, with its ever shifting tides. Initially, temping seemed ideal because I've hated every job that came before this one, and I thought "Cool, I'll only be there a finite amount of time." I had not counted on liking the job, and did not, in fact, know it was possible. Also, I had planned to follow my boyfriend to his next destination of choice-- another easy-to-follow life pattern if you'd been following the blog. I am going to stay. Or, at least, I am not going to "go with." I am going to spend this time apart "focusing on me." I'm already nauseated from the terror.