Hello Old Friend

It's been a while since my last post.  One would think that not having a job would lead to more blogging.  Perhaps I have less aggravation to write about?  Regretfully, I have to say that I'm not doing too well.  At least for today, that is.  This morning, I was greeted via my gmail box with the first ever responses from what I hoped would be potential employers..."we're sorry, but the position has been filled...may we keep your resume on file for future opportunities?".  Of course you can Bonnie, Richard, Dick, and Jane...but that does me no good right now.  In contrast to what is the complete and utter joy of having no obligations other than finding some means of employment within the next few weeks (think meditating, playing with keyboards and ukuleles, reading In Cold Blood, concentrating on even the tiniest of insect noises) I feel that I'm turning into a wreck.  A disgrace to society!  A ne'rdowell!  I suspect my stress over my current status is the culprit for the FUCKING TEN MILLION grey hairs that have ungracefully found their way onto my 25 year old head.  Even though I do feel somewhat worthless, I've magically made it evident to those around me that I'm perfectly happy, and not having a job makes the flowers that much more fragrant.  I don't want to burden anyone with my lack of joy. 

A note to anyone who asks in the next few weeks.  DO NOT ask me "So, how's the job search going?".  If I had a job, you would know about it.  It's way more upsetting for me to say rather than for you to hear that I have yet to find one.  Thanks in advance.

I went to Blockbuster today to pick up "Reality Bites".  You know, it always helps to relate to something.  I remember watching this movie at 12, thinking it seemed like they were having so much fun.  Smoking pot out of beer cans and Janine Garafalo is your roomate.  I see it differently now.  Actually, I'm not "seeing it", as Cameron Village Blockbuster doesn't own a copy of "Reality Bites".  I'll tell you what bites.