Floating in the Ether
So, I ended up NOT taking that baking job at Bruegger's. As if the hellacious 5 A.M. start time wasn't bad enough, being a baker is horribly complicated and taxing. The somewhat disgusting (her clothes were always covered in some unidentifiable condiment or other) and obese manager at the Madeira Bruegger's, Jo-Anne, sat me down to watch about three hours of training videos about baking. Did you know that bagels need their temperature taken? Or that each batch is subject to a "float test"? Every God-forsaken batch had to be tabulated for inventory and every bagel was to be given more care than most Sudanese refugee children. I kindly told them to shove their perfectly shoved bagels up their ass instead of seeing how many days I could work before I got fired. I'm just that kind of guy.
This means I have no job, which is fine by me. However, I feel horribly stagnant. I already talked to the admissions people at Xavier and took their little tour (Got a free T-shirt). I'll have their bastard application filled out by the end of the week and they said they would have an answer for me three days afterwards, which seems more akin to UPS direct shipping than any college admissions process I've ever been a part of. But I won't start school 'til January, which is a nice 3 months away.
I feel like I should be embracing this time and using it creatively, but so far, no dice. Sure, I've had more time to read and what-not, but I can't write anything for shit. I have this gigantic strip of open time and my mind has decided to be a little bitch and close up. I feel like I should be 20 pages into my novel by now, not sitting in my pajamas listening to Peter Gabriel. I mean, I'm sure I'll get out of this funk soon enough, but right now it is REALLY frustrating. Writers block be damned!
This means I have no job, which is fine by me. However, I feel horribly stagnant. I already talked to the admissions people at Xavier and took their little tour (Got a free T-shirt). I'll have their bastard application filled out by the end of the week and they said they would have an answer for me three days afterwards, which seems more akin to UPS direct shipping than any college admissions process I've ever been a part of. But I won't start school 'til January, which is a nice 3 months away.
I feel like I should be embracing this time and using it creatively, but so far, no dice. Sure, I've had more time to read and what-not, but I can't write anything for shit. I have this gigantic strip of open time and my mind has decided to be a little bitch and close up. I feel like I should be 20 pages into my novel by now, not sitting in my pajamas listening to Peter Gabriel. I mean, I'm sure I'll get out of this funk soon enough, but right now it is REALLY frustrating. Writers block be damned!