From the "There Is A God" files
It's a struggle for me to be productive these days. I want to find a job, I keep searching for a job, but I come up with very little. It's my current eternal question: Do I just want a job, and therefore take whatever comes up first, or do I want a career, and therefore sit on my hands until such a thing comes along? I really really really want to talk with whomever will become my career counselor through Unemployment. Stupid migraine. It basically set me back a week...I missed a resume class and the training session I went to on Monday; they're every Monday and Thursday. I could have gone through it a week ago. C'est la vie. That's all I keep telling myself. I have to stop stressing out. For one, I'm losing my appetite again. I really shouldn't lose more weight; it's so unhealthy to do it this way. I almost feel like I'll be on the cover of a tabloid between Nicole Richie and Posh Spice soon.
However, I did finally get something done I've been meaning to do for months: I got my oil changed. I drive so little that it took me almost six months to go 3,000 miles...and then I basically stopped driving my car, so I didn't think about it at all. Bad me. No cookie. But I finally went today, and I figured, since I was out and just down the street, perhaps I'd stop by Borders and see if K was there. And she was. And she ended up asking me if I wanted to come visit her tomorrow night on her lunch break so we could sit and talk some more. Sure.
The boy will probably be working then.
Dear Lord. I may actually see him.
Then, on the way home, this was on the famous Dukane Carton Craft sign: "This must be a sign."
Oh, how I've missed that sign.
I got home in a much better mood than I've been in recently.
Good. Good good good.
(Oh, and BTW: I was implored to come to the next open mic night, even if K's working. Apparently the person who hosts it sings. Oh, whoa. Heh, now I know why a certain anonymous poster doesn't want to go. ;) Well, we'll see. But when we grabbed a schedule for next month's activities, I noticed that open mic will be on Friday the 13th. Egads...depending on how things go, I may not want to tempt fate. I gotta wait and see what happens.)
However, I did finally get something done I've been meaning to do for months: I got my oil changed. I drive so little that it took me almost six months to go 3,000 miles...and then I basically stopped driving my car, so I didn't think about it at all. Bad me. No cookie. But I finally went today, and I figured, since I was out and just down the street, perhaps I'd stop by Borders and see if K was there. And she was. And she ended up asking me if I wanted to come visit her tomorrow night on her lunch break so we could sit and talk some more. Sure.
The boy will probably be working then.
Dear Lord. I may actually see him.
Then, on the way home, this was on the famous Dukane Carton Craft sign: "This must be a sign."
Oh, how I've missed that sign.
I got home in a much better mood than I've been in recently.
Good. Good good good.
(Oh, and BTW: I was implored to come to the next open mic night, even if K's working. Apparently the person who hosts it sings. Oh, whoa. Heh, now I know why a certain anonymous poster doesn't want to go. ;) Well, we'll see. But when we grabbed a schedule for next month's activities, I noticed that open mic will be on Friday the 13th. Egads...depending on how things go, I may not want to tempt fate. I gotta wait and see what happens.)