Quarter-life crisis
I am now officially a quarter of a century old. That's a pretty monumental number when you think about it. Two and a half decades. I just feel kind of like I should have accomplished more already - man, I don't even have a job right now. Unemployment is covering maybe a quarter of my bills right now, speaking of quarters! Nah, that's not fair to it - maybe like, half. I just had some unexpected expenses come up - we had a little incident with the washing machine and we had to replace it and all - I think that's a big part of this month's ohmygodbroke. Quince offered to pay for the whole thing, gentleman that he is - but I'm not going to start with that. He's a great friend, and I want to keep it that way - got to keep up my end of things. I took some of my smaller pieces and some pictures down to the art department of NYU and got a 'we'll get back to you' kind of response as to whether or not they can help me out any. As an alumni there, I got a little more cred then some bum off the street- but as I majored in business while I was there which has nothing whatsoever to do with art - well. Yeah. At least they didn't laugh in my face and tell me that girls shouldn't play with metal or anything. There is that. I've also got some stuff up on Etsy - jewelry and windchimes mostly. People love windchimes, right? Been getting a few orders, and that helps.
I got a birthday party to go to over my folks. Everyone but Chris and Val is going to be there (Chris still being out of town on his Mission of Mercy - aka helping uncle Ray down in Kansas, and Val being in Seattle visiting his father). In a way that's nice, and in a way that's way too many relatives in one place at one time. And all their well meaning questions about how I'm doing, and if I tried such-and-such to look for work, and do you want me to put a good word in for you down at the business office and have you heard they're hiring out of state. Yes, I've heard and it doesn't pay.
So here we are, twenty-five years in and unemployed and uncertain. Last year around this time I was excited - I'd just finished up my apprenticeship and was so full of hope for the future. I guess maybe by next year I'll be back to that state- it's not like me to let things get me down for too long after all. I just have to come up with a good plan B, that's it. Plan B which does not include working out of state, or moving back in with my folks, or god forbid letting Tula come live with us so we can split the rent three ways like she keeps suggesting she could 'totally do and it would be so fun!' I don't think I could live with Tula again. Don't get me wrong, I love my little sister but living with her is an entirely different thing. Enough emo rambling! Time to get dressed and get some of mom's good home cooking and ice cream cake. And later Marcus and I are going to get together, so that's something to look forward to.
I got a birthday party to go to over my folks. Everyone but Chris and Val is going to be there (Chris still being out of town on his Mission of Mercy - aka helping uncle Ray down in Kansas, and Val being in Seattle visiting his father). In a way that's nice, and in a way that's way too many relatives in one place at one time. And all their well meaning questions about how I'm doing, and if I tried such-and-such to look for work, and do you want me to put a good word in for you down at the business office and have you heard they're hiring out of state. Yes, I've heard and it doesn't pay.
So here we are, twenty-five years in and unemployed and uncertain. Last year around this time I was excited - I'd just finished up my apprenticeship and was so full of hope for the future. I guess maybe by next year I'll be back to that state- it's not like me to let things get me down for too long after all. I just have to come up with a good plan B, that's it. Plan B which does not include working out of state, or moving back in with my folks, or god forbid letting Tula come live with us so we can split the rent three ways like she keeps suggesting she could 'totally do and it would be so fun!' I don't think I could live with Tula again. Don't get me wrong, I love my little sister but living with her is an entirely different thing. Enough emo rambling! Time to get dressed and get some of mom's good home cooking and ice cream cake. And later Marcus and I are going to get together, so that's something to look forward to.