Today was the first day my energy started to return to my weak limbs and oxygen to my pathetic lungs. I've been carrying a fever for 10 days, spending a majority of those days lying helpless on the couch, wrapped in a blue afghan, with my head engulfed by a large squishy pillow.
Being sick allows you to retreat into childhood and indulge in forgotten luxuries; sipping antioxidant-overloaded juices through striped straws, licking colorful popsicles that still advertise lame riddles on the sticks, and of course Jello. And you can be completely lazy and get away with it, watching hours of T.V. from Burn Notice marathons to Tom Selleck movies.
But I can't take it anymore. I want to lift weights again, skateboard off the steps of the front porch, go for a long drive through the back roads... I want to eat real, solid food, none of this neon colored, liquefied bullshit. Give me a goddamn cheeseburger, NOW!!!
Anyway, I'm finally recovering and just in time since I have an important interview coming up. It's for a writing position - something I'm actually interested in and exactly what I need - It's located in Pittsburgh, but I'm pretty sure it's a work from home kind of deal. Needless to say I'm excited.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
"too many dicks on the dance floor"
Chester looks more comfortable than I am right now. I'm lying on the living room floor of my friend's apartment with their mischievous cat curled up next to me. Everyone else went to bed I think, but they actually have incentive to get up early. (it's called a job)
That's right, I am unemployed once again. After only working one and a half days at my new job, they decided "they weren't as busy as they thought they were gonna be" and kicked me out onto the street. Perfect. Now I'm awkwardly hanging around this crowded apartment trying to figure out my next plan of attack.
I don't want to make the four hour drive back in case something else comes up; between the tolls and gasoline, I'm near broke. And the money I did make "working" won't fully cover the cost it took me to get out here. I don't know what I'm gonna do now...
...except finish this beer and "sleep on it". That phrase does nothing for me, I always wake up the same as the night before. Only the time passes more slowly. I may need to tap into my bottle of sleeping pills for tonight; I'll need all the help I can get.
That's right, I am unemployed once again. After only working one and a half days at my new job, they decided "they weren't as busy as they thought they were gonna be" and kicked me out onto the street. Perfect. Now I'm awkwardly hanging around this crowded apartment trying to figure out my next plan of attack.
I don't want to make the four hour drive back in case something else comes up; between the tolls and gasoline, I'm near broke. And the money I did make "working" won't fully cover the cost it took me to get out here. I don't know what I'm gonna do now...
...except finish this beer and "sleep on it". That phrase does nothing for me, I always wake up the same as the night before. Only the time passes more slowly. I may need to tap into my bottle of sleeping pills for tonight; I'll need all the help I can get.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The "freaking-out" will commence in 3... 2...
I'm sitting here with headphones on even though no one is around. In fact I'm not even listening to anything. I should be doing myriad things, like packing for instance, because I GOT A JOB!!!
Thursday afternoon I received a phone call for a job offer as a Typist at "Rels Abstracts"... starting the next morning. Of course I took it, but I had to drive out for my first day and come right back to regroup myself who was very much freaking out at the time.
In a matter of hours I should be back on the turnpike headed to Pittsburgh with no plan on when I'll return to this side of the state. I'll be sitting in a cubicle, typing the same monotonous information into the company's system for eight hours a day, five days a week. Boring? Most likely, but there will be some nice looking paychecks.
I'll be living in a new city, full of convoluted roadways and bridges, but I can't imagine the opportunities I'll have there that will enable me to do something I really want to do. I may even discover what that "something" is I want to do with my life.
For now I have to concentrate on finding a place I can move in to; I'll be crashing at a friend's apartment (I've been living out of a suitcase for eight months, I think I can swing it for awhile). I'm still in freak-out mode, since it all happened so fast. But hey, I'm all about spontaneity, especially if making money is involved.
Thursday afternoon I received a phone call for a job offer as a Typist at "Rels Abstracts"... starting the next morning. Of course I took it, but I had to drive out for my first day and come right back to regroup myself who was very much freaking out at the time.
In a matter of hours I should be back on the turnpike headed to Pittsburgh with no plan on when I'll return to this side of the state. I'll be sitting in a cubicle, typing the same monotonous information into the company's system for eight hours a day, five days a week. Boring? Most likely, but there will be some nice looking paychecks.
I'll be living in a new city, full of convoluted roadways and bridges, but I can't imagine the opportunities I'll have there that will enable me to do something I really want to do. I may even discover what that "something" is I want to do with my life.
For now I have to concentrate on finding a place I can move in to; I'll be crashing at a friend's apartment (I've been living out of a suitcase for eight months, I think I can swing it for awhile). I'm still in freak-out mode, since it all happened so fast. But hey, I'm all about spontaneity, especially if making money is involved.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Vertrauen ist kritisch!
It's finally starting to warm up out there. The eight inch thick ice rink of a driveway has returned to it's normal dirt and stone self. And small children everywhere can be seen skipping across parking lots screaming "Spring!!!" repeatedly. (true story)
I've begun to do some Spring cleaning myself and tore through my giant piles of stuff to reorganize so I'll be ready when the call comes in. It won't be too much longer until I'm employed again. I can smell it.
Yesterday I drove for nine hours for another interview in Pittsburgh with AMC Settlement Services. Building number five, sixth floor, I enter the double glass doors and from behind the receptionist desk wall I can see the entire room with cubicles meshed directly in the center. A little strange? Maybe, but this is a nationwide company that is currently expanding. Seems promising.
And now we wait once again. I'm on the edge of my seat here. In the meantime I'll be watching scenes from various TV shows and movies in German. Like this Bavarian version of Knight Rider. Be sure to make note of the music. :)
I've begun to do some Spring cleaning myself and tore through my giant piles of stuff to reorganize so I'll be ready when the call comes in. It won't be too much longer until I'm employed again. I can smell it.
Yesterday I drove for nine hours for another interview in Pittsburgh with AMC Settlement Services. Building number five, sixth floor, I enter the double glass doors and from behind the receptionist desk wall I can see the entire room with cubicles meshed directly in the center. A little strange? Maybe, but this is a nationwide company that is currently expanding. Seems promising.
And now we wait once again. I'm on the edge of my seat here. In the meantime I'll be watching scenes from various TV shows and movies in German. Like this Bavarian version of Knight Rider. Be sure to make note of the music. :)
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