judecorp | What would you give for your kid fears?

I just cleaned the cat boxes (ugh) and threw out tons and tons of garbage. It's really spooky out behind my apartment building when it's dark outside. But at least I feel better that the stuff is done - I've been meaning to take out the garbage for a couple of days. I'm restless and don't know what to do with myself. If I was smart, I would read for a bit and then go to sleep, but I'm sort of staying up with Jen as a feat of solidarity while she finishes her thesis. I'm really proud of her for continuing to work on it, especially because of how much it has frustrated and infuriated her. She's the greatest.

Remind me to never tool around on Idealist.org again, because it makes me want to randomly apply for Big Gay Jobs around the country even though we're in no position to move. My worry is that I'll spend so much time in some other area of social work that I won't have a Big Gay Resume anymore. At least I am keeping up with the volunteering, but maybe I should try to sit on the Board of an organization to get more Big Gay Experience while I'm slaving away in child welfare. *sigh* It's all so frustrating. At this point, I'd even work for the HRC.

Gah, I thought I was so set on my way to the Big Gay Career, but there just aren't enough opportunities here in Columbus. Aside from the fact that there aren't a lot of organizations to choose from, this is definitely an "everyone knows everyone" community. This is such an exciting and fluid time for the GLBT community, and I want to be in on it! Does anyone have any suggestions? Blarg.

Tomorrow I have an all-day training on cultural diversity. How exciting (not). I should check to see what the weather will be like - then maybe I'll ride my bike there in the morning. I'm trying to remember where the other building is... I think it's in the Weinland Park area and I don't know if I'd rather take my car or my bike there. I suppose it's better if I drive, so that if I get out early I can zoom down to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles to renew my driver's license. (It has to be done by my birthday.)

The whole "spooky back stairs" thing has me thinking about things that scare me. In no particular order, and with differing levels of seriousness, I am scared of the following things: