ice ice baby

I am currently defrosting my freezer. This sounds like it would be a passive activity -- just setting the dial to defrost and walking away. But, when you have a refrigerator that is as old and crappy as the one that came with my apartment, it's an epic struggle.

I began yesterday after eating the last frozen lean cuisine and chucking all the other ice-encrusted foodstuffs. I set the dial to defrost and strategically placed pans to catch the run-off once the ice began to melt.

For the rest of the day, I would periodically go into the freezer section and scrape away with my plastic spatula. It's actually pretty cathartic and satisfying when big chunks of ice break free. Sort of like icebergs calving during the spring -- I am the hand of god to my freezer.

This morning the inside of my freezer was ice-free, but the block of ice surrounding it was still going strong and responsible for the water that was all over the bottom of the fridge and my kitchen floor.

I repositioned the pans inside the fridge and got to mopping. The pans seem to be doing a better job, but there's still a bit of water to be mopped up every time I go into the kitchen. I hope the rest will be melted by tomorrow, 48 hours after I started.

Wow, my life is glamoruous.

If I'm still unemployed, it must be April

So, a post every four months, huh? That's the level of commitment I bring to things.

This is the longest I've been unemployed since I started working in TV. Actually, I think it was the first time I finished a job and didn't have the next one lined up within a week. Which is a lesson painfully learned -- just because people have called in the past and offered me work regularly doesn't mean I should count on it.

I don't know if there's just not the much work out there, or I'm not hearing about it or what. For my mental health, I choose to believe that it's the market and not me. Hopefully, things will turn around soon and I'll be a working lady again. Fingers crossed.