right track

Need to plan attack to apply to school.  Now. 

I'm on the right track.  I've go two months but must start now.

worthmore workmore

I feel stupid for all the worrying I've been doing.  But I'm past much of the all-over worthlessness.  Got the first job in a while, got impetus to graduate school.  Going to be, well, OK.

found some work?

The good news is that I'm employable.  Think accruing 7.75 an hour at a skating rink is a fairly sorry position?  No!  It's a start, dammit.  And I've got to start somewhere, sometime.

So basically, I may have the job.  But I also picked up a parking ticket and a big gulp of pessimism.  Can't let it get to me, but some big moves are needed.  I guess the small moves must happen first.  Generating momentum.  Yeah, that's it. 

6 weeks

So the skating rink will last for just six weeks, uh huh?  Well that's just enough time and not enough time.  Better than nothing.  Smile, it's totally worth it.

Apply (more)

I wouldn't say I haven't looked for job.  I would say I haven't put my heart into it.  There's probably a few dozen copies of my resume circling wastebins as I type.  It would seem you've have to be hungry to get hired.  Not surprising.


I think that I need to look for two jobs.  One to get me out of the apartment, timeline ASAP.  One to get me moving in a career, timeline CONSTANTLY.  I'm going to apply for a job at a new skating rink to satisfy the first requirement.  Right now.

And there's also grad school.  But nevermind, let's get moving. 

a start

Since the end of June I've been in a funk, a malaise, an existential stupor.  Whatever I want to call it, there it is.  I haven't dealt with life all that well, and frankly, that needs to change.  I'm here to vent.  To absolve those niggling doubts and hamstrung thoughts.  While this first post is sufficiently vague to mean nothing at all I do intend to be forthright, honest.

I'm twenty-five year old, a college graduate, and woefully unemployed.  Somewhere in the past year I lost that vital spark that makes it exciting to wake up each day.  On the verge of greatness and renewed enthusiasm in my life's work I told success to fuck off.  Well fuck on.  Time to open a new chapter and recapture that spark.  Let's start this thing.