Some days are less good than others. I’m writing this at the end of one of those days, and it might be a bit too squishy a look into my life for you, but I’m going to write this anyway. The About page does advertise “unfiltered emotions,” after all; it’s about time I lived up to that claim. It’s a less-good day for a slew of reasons. Some are things that happened and some are things that didn’t happen. Things I said and things I should have said but didn’t. And most importantly, some things I didn’t do. I’m not
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Quest Accepted — 0/40 Hours Complete
A while ago, I posted about how I was looking for a job. I got one. You know that “I have no idea what I’m doing” image macro? That’s me at this new job. There’s probably a list somewhere of the jobs computer nerds aren’t really cut out for, and I’d say selling power tools is on that list. There is nothing more out of place than me in a hardware store. How did I get this job, again?
A Love Letter
Dear low, sloped ceiling, My head hurts just to think of you. If you could, tell the fluorescent light (full of bugs from 1989), and blue carpeted floor (as pristine as the day you were set down): I’m sorry about the things I’ve said. Dear dark corner, behind hanging shirts — button-down (a cat’s favored hiding place), and stacked boxes, all childhood packed away (and more money wasted on eBay than I’d like to admit): You guys too. But especially… My dearest cheap, plastic hamper, overturned more than once so I could sleep in a pile of dirty clothes (don’t
The Writer 3: Wild Job Hunt
Anyone else out there currently job-hunting? At the moment, I’m stuck in a perpetual state of sortofemployment and I’d really like to be actuallyemployed, so I’m jumping on that ol’ horse again. I have to say, the job hunt is not my favorite thing. If I had to put it somewhere on my list, I’d probably rank it slightly above having my wisdom teeth out or that one time I got beat up in the first grade. And it’s probably as stressful as talking to girls. Which is pretty stressful — right, guys? …right? Anyway, since I have learned so
Welcome to the Future
Hey, futurites! Would you look at that? We made it to 2013! You can tell 2013 is the future just by looking at the number. Doesn’t it look weird? Feels weird to say, too. And I don’t just mean the kind of weird where you’re not used to it being the next year, so you keep saying and writing the previous one by mistake. Is it just me? 2013. It looks sci-fi… like the sort of year you’d set your science fiction story if you wanted it to take place in the future but not the future future. You know?