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XXIII - Your dream job

I don't actually know? I have spent so much of this year desperate for a job, any job, that would take me and pay me, that the idea of a dream job is entirely foreign. I couldn't get people to hire me to shovel drivel ( Read more... )

Newest unemployed week ( Read more... )

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too

I'm getting older too The last few days weren't so much hard, as sort of hard and very strange, beautiful and, thus, heavy ( Read more... )

It's Monday today. I've made if through Day Four, marking its way down until I am no longer employed by USAA and my delightful work of the last two years of my life. Which is actually very hard, even when I'm spending it in the bemused malaise of not being depressed about leaving or panicked about having no plan beyond it ( Read more... )

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No, let me correct myself from yesterday. Today is the day I'm amazed not that I punched through my workout, but that I was even willing to get on with the idea of it ( Read more... )

I can't really remember the last time I was seriously ill. Maybe five or six years ago? The last time I took a single day off from work was back in Korea, four years ago. Today, I'm headed back to work after two and half days of being so sick and out of it I still feel like the truck is hitting me ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about this for a while. Since getting very accustom to my iPhone, I take a lot of pictures during a week. Several which never see galleries, because LJ gallery changed and I haven't picked anything new, or gone out of my way to make long posts with picture walk throughs lately. It's been enough to keep getting through my hopeful ( Read more... )

TAURUS: A Jungian writer whose name I have unfortunately misplaced made the following observations: "In a man's psyche, the unconscious is experienced as chaotic, filled with violent and irrational processes of generation and destruction. But to a woman's psyche the unconscious is a fascinating matrix of sacred images and rituals which in their ( Read more... )

There may more clarification on this later, but I got pulled aside and told this morning it's pretty much 99.9 percent my contract ends on January 11th. That no matter how badly they want to keep me, and tried to fight to do so for another six months to a year, it's impossible ( Read more... )