nothing's right till it's all wrong
i lost my job at NYU. through a department reorganization and no fault of my own, blah blah blah.
it would have been incredibly convenient if i'd been able to keep it. the hours were great, the pay was great, the people were great, the location was great. but it seems like, i don't know, god forbid anything about my life at this point should be convenient. unemployment further complicates the problems of being able to afford a) a computer that will turn on at least half the time b) a bed and c) to feed myself.
so i lay awake pretty much all night feeling sorry for myself, and then got up at 7:00 a.m. to go pick my mom up at the tiny centre county airport. for once in my life i was actually on time. so i got to watch this litle white plane come roaring in right on time, the landing gear fail to descend, the plane hit the asphalt flat out
at a hundred miles an hour in a cloud of smoke and sparks, spin out of control with the sound of ripping metal following it, screech to a sideways halt in the middle of the runway, and burst into flames.
as i found out a little later, when i could get my limbs to unfreeze, my mom wasn't on that plane. she was stuck in airport limbo hell somewhere near harrisburg. that was a private plane, and i don't know who was on it.
but ah, christ, that was an awful moment.
anyway, once you get over feeling like you're never going to be able to stand up again, watching a plane crash really gives you a whole new lease on life. a different perspective. i got back into my car whistling and thinking about all the millions of jobs in new york city that i am qualified to do. i rewrote my resume in my head the whole drive home.
it would have been incredibly convenient if i'd been able to keep it. the hours were great, the pay was great, the people were great, the location was great. but it seems like, i don't know, god forbid anything about my life at this point should be convenient. unemployment further complicates the problems of being able to afford a) a computer that will turn on at least half the time b) a bed and c) to feed myself.
so i lay awake pretty much all night feeling sorry for myself, and then got up at 7:00 a.m. to go pick my mom up at the tiny centre county airport. for once in my life i was actually on time. so i got to watch this litle white plane come roaring in right on time, the landing gear fail to descend, the plane hit the asphalt flat out
at a hundred miles an hour in a cloud of smoke and sparks, spin out of control with the sound of ripping metal following it, screech to a sideways halt in the middle of the runway, and burst into flames.
as i found out a little later, when i could get my limbs to unfreeze, my mom wasn't on that plane. she was stuck in airport limbo hell somewhere near harrisburg. that was a private plane, and i don't know who was on it.
but ah, christ, that was an awful moment.
anyway, once you get over feeling like you're never going to be able to stand up again, watching a plane crash really gives you a whole new lease on life. a different perspective. i got back into my car whistling and thinking about all the millions of jobs in new york city that i am qualified to do. i rewrote my resume in my head the whole drive home.