Ok, what now?

Yo. I totally don't know. Some people have more luxury looking for jobs then I do. I was hoping not to have to pick from the menial job pile again, because there are totally real jobs out there, but the stress level's really building. I mean, if it were just me, I'd just keep looking, you know? That's the kind of thing I would do if the government gave me a ticket for beans, rice, milk, a bus pass, and a shack with a cot. Just keep looking.

But I don't have that. I don't get unemployment, and I don't get a shitty apartment. I should have gotten fired, but I had too much pride, so I quit. I don't even know if I get a neutral review when companies come calling, even though that's the only legal response.

So, I've got a lot on my mind. I haven't given up, and I'm still sane. That's a huge plus. I've kind of reduced what I was looking for, applying for the grocery stores or the local shops. That wasn't what I wanted when I moved here, but it's better then the nothing I have, so, you know. And as long as the positions aren't totally miserable, I'll probably be ok with them, and they'll give me the room I need to breathe. It really takes so little. It's not like the lifestyle I'm accustomed to is ostentatious, or anything. My biggest luxuries are coffee beans and liquor*. And wi-fi?

I'm not a proud dude, I've just kind of been holding out hope. I still have my dreams of a cool writing job. It just might take a little longer then I thought. Again.

* I was going to say beer, but sometimes I'll buy the rare bottle of liquor, so technically, that's a bigger luxury. Expensive tastes!