On Times A-Changin'.

For a brief while, L. and I were entertaining the idea of packing up and shipping out to Kodiak, Alaska, to work in a fish processing plant. The reasoning behind this was, for me at least, three-fold: firstly, it was a fast way to make money; secondly, I'd become aware of the fact that my time in Missoula is over, and it's time for me to get out; and lastly, it seemed like a quick way to make the break from Missoula.

Kodiak isn't going to happen, owing mostly to the fact that the company that hired us doesn't exist. As in, the business association of Kodiak has never heard of them. Nor has the internet.

However, fate has seen fit to forcibly extricate me from my life of comfortable misery in Missoula.

At approximately 3pm today, our property manager--accompanied by the Sheriff--let himself into our house and informed me that we had to be out. As in, right that second. While I threw my work clothes and my computer into a backpack, they changed the locks. We have to make an appointment to get the rest of our stuff.

Panicked, I called my mom. And, just like that, a radical change was set into motion. It appears that by early next week, I will be living in Billings. I have an apartment. I have a car. I have two interviews with employers I've spoken with over the phone. I have a place to stay until then, and I've passed the point of caring.

Life is a funny, funny thing. It's not always fun, but it is funny. I'm beyong the point of panic and all I can do now is laugh; I'm laughing because, when I failed to take the initiative to get myself out of the doldrums, fate (or maybe just coincidence) stepped in and helped me out.

Yep. Life is funny.