Once again
The last couple of days I've had some sort of sinus thing that has made me all sorts of useless. Because I feel ill, I can't work. And when I can't work, my mind gets clogged and heavy as my limbs. It's championship wicked. Last night I mixed myself a tall gin and lemon bitter and in moments I was soaring like a kite. I was loose and laughing, read twenty odd pages and didn't get low when a bunch of text messages went unanswered. I know, I know, that booze can't be a crutch or an answer or a cure, or whatever. But it sure does serve a purpose. And frankly, I'd rather have a drink in the evening than a whole host of pills through the day with side effects far worse than a dwindling liver.
Yesterday I finally joined a staffing agency and applied for five or ten jobs. I'm actually excited about being a simple receptionist, it's bizarre. I'll probably change my mind after working a couple months, but right now, picturing a life mindlessly answering phones and filing, getting drunk and writing legendary tomes after 5 and on weekends, sounds pretty awesome. Especially if I can find a place that won't mind me reading during lulls. Fucking bliss.
Yesterday I finally joined a staffing agency and applied for five or ten jobs. I'm actually excited about being a simple receptionist, it's bizarre. I'll probably change my mind after working a couple months, but right now, picturing a life mindlessly answering phones and filing, getting drunk and writing legendary tomes after 5 and on weekends, sounds pretty awesome. Especially if I can find a place that won't mind me reading during lulls. Fucking bliss.