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Jan 09, 2006 22:06

Oh no! I'm in the "talk to the bus driver" seat! I'm alone on the bus, as she's already alluded to. I shall write, to avoid contact... sweet. A crippled guy of some kind came on to talk. I've changed seats amid the influx and will now try to be patient as I grow ever later.

I'm off to help OutFront again and I'm relieved to no longer be so dour. I fought with Jesse earlier, because of it. We were both embarrassed and reticentin the new gym. I wanted him to show me how to do everything, though I knew it was new to him. So, when an attendent-chick told us we're wearing the wrong clothes (sleeved shirts only), we gave up. Things were closing soon, anyway.

Slate helped me find perspective, through it's "It-Sucks-To-Be-Me Generation" article. Life really isn't that bad; it's just not perfect yet. And who the hell promised it would be? I have to work hard to find meaningful, enjoyable work. I am, to a degree, just being a lazy kid when I get dour.

But, damn, if the click-read-reviseresume-apply routine doesn't suck. Target teased me today, by calling me. It was the first (first!) callback I've recieved from any Internet-applied-job (excluding the temp job with the Persons Campaign). Was this about a job? Oh no. Just wanted to get the same info from me that I'd typed in, and to promise that they'd keep me on file. Why, thank you!

Oh, this is my stop!

p.s. No twitch in a long time. Weird!

jobs, twitch

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