Two months later...
So, 2 months have past since I left that wretched hotel which begs a few questions:
-Am I better off?
-Am I now employed?
-How is unemployment?
(most likely others. but more on that later)
Answers:
Yes- I am better not being in that hotel.
Yep- two months of unemployed bliss and counting.
I need something to do (like a job perhaps).
Still no job, and currently no prospects (at least I'm not broke).
I've come to the conclusion many times over that my sanity is waning as I traverse between periods of complete isolation and essiential partying. Usually, I hover in the secluded state during which I rarely answer my phone and longingly peer through windows dreaming of existing in the bright world outside my apartment.
Apparently, a job, to me, provides a reason to walk out a door each day. Yep, something seems to be lacking (or absent) in life; a something I need to find.
All right, that's all you get for now.
Until we meet again,
-Nero v-
-Am I better off?
-Am I now employed?
-How is unemployment?
(most likely others. but more on that later)
Answers:
Yes- I am better not being in that hotel.
Yep- two months of unemployed bliss and counting.
I need something to do (like a job perhaps).
Still no job, and currently no prospects (at least I'm not broke).
I've come to the conclusion many times over that my sanity is waning as I traverse between periods of complete isolation and essiential partying. Usually, I hover in the secluded state during which I rarely answer my phone and longingly peer through windows dreaming of existing in the bright world outside my apartment.
Apparently, a job, to me, provides a reason to walk out a door each day. Yep, something seems to be lacking (or absent) in life; a something I need to find.
All right, that's all you get for now.
Until we meet again,
-Nero v-