The Walk to Work

A staircase leading up the hill east of Silverlake Blvd just north of sunset, and the path to the announcement of my last day at the tracing gig.

The news went over well. It's easy for me to get nervous about having the, "I'm going to quit conversation," with my employers, but perhaps that's in part due to the difficult magic ex-boss. Tracing boss took the news quite well, expressed interest in my future exploits and wished me the best. I'll be working through the week doing a little carpentry on some nice crate-like devices for paintings on aluminum.

We're all still hoping that the Archaeology museum gig comes through; it'd be downright unheard of to have such a consistant job. And the westside? The breeze during the walk back from work carried with it the promising salty sea air of the west side (or maybe just mid-wilshire).