Work Wanted

The temp job that came to me out of divine intervention in January and was supposed to end in May and then in June and then in September is finally really coming to an end on Friday. At first, I was all zen about it, thinking well, I've earned enough hours at my temp agency that I can get a week off, and then I had some money come my way, which could eek me by another week, so I know everything will be fine and the waves come in and the waves go out and all that. It's Tuesday and I've discovered that my temp agency is well, a temp agency, which is synonymous with WE WILL MILK YOU, and it turns out that after 9 months of full time working, I've only earned THREE DAYS of pay. If I work another 600 hours, then I'll get the full week off. This started the ball rolling for that BAD SINKING FEELING that I'm at the end of something comfortable and back in that SCARY UNKNOWN. It also made me angry that I'm doing what I'm doing and again, I'm at the place of NOW WHAT?

I want a real job. No temp stuff. I want a part time real job with benefits and a place for me to go and know that I can stay indefinitely. I work REALLY WELL with defined schedules, deadlines, and most importantly, RITUAL. I used to think: LET ME BE FREE--as in free to the wind, as in no schedule, do what I want, when I want, screw the masses! But left to my own devices full time, I get edgy and lonely and depressed. I also don't get as much work done. I want more time for my art, but when you're unemployed, it's hard to FOCUS on your art.

If anyone knows anything in New York for someone who has excellent people skills, can do office work, take care of children, bake a mean pie, draw, paint, write, read, play music, inspire the masses, aims to please, and comes with excellent references will you please drop me a line? I'm looking for a surprise here, people. Something I hadn't thought of. I want to look outside that crazy four sided thing called the box.