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Mm. Yeah, so. There's a new round of interviews being set up, and it kind of looks like there's good odds of me being tapped to work at least for one of them. The other's just an interview, but it's a position I have significant qualifications in. Ie - it's administrative assistant/secretary. Secretaries don't make a fortune in Seattle, but they make a fair amount, and it's not like I require a fortune.
Anyhow, I've got kind of a homesickness thing going. I'm a little lonely, and I can tell because my dreams make me kind of anxious my thoughts increasingly draw me back to what I left behind. While I have a lot of reasons for doing what I did, not everything back in Illinois was bad. I have a lot of really excellent friends who I've always been able to depend on. I'm on excellent terms with my parents, considering. There are few people I've left on bad terms with. It's just that I always wanted to check out another location, and I wasn't getting ahead in Fairview anyhow.
That's ultimately why I'm staying here, as it stands. There were positions in St. Louis that were hiring, but I spent a few months putting out resumes and applications without one place giving me the time of day. Like I said, I've got another few interviews lined up. That right there indicates where I need to be. All the work pays more, as well, and apartments in many locations, while more expensive when you look at the price, are less expensive per dollar earned. I promised myself that I wouldn't give in to home sickness, but I would act responsibly, which is kind of a tough bar to stack for yourself if you're worried about acting irrationally. In this case, however, I believe I'm making the best long term decision. Looking at it from another perspective, I can also say that if I've gotten work here and I don't like it after a year, I don't feel ashamed about the idea of coming back. It'll be coming back with a year of experience in a career-related field and some money in my pocket, which I don't think is a problem at all.
After one interview, yesterday, I spent most of my day tooling around a tired neighborhood on foot. This is one of those suburb type places that want-to-be upper class dwell, hoping to get their feet in the water-side living experience. That's pretty derisive, and it's only because the neighborhood lacks class or sophistication. The area possesses the feel of a bunch of people who are kind of afraid poor people might stumble into their location. It's connected to a bus stop, and that bus stop facilitates a nearby business park. The nearest coffee shop was a Starbucks, and that was a mile and a third away. The next one was a mile apart from that in a place that looked like O'Fallon with some hills. The interview itself went fine. I walked to the second Starbucks, had myself some coffee, and settled down to read a few papers and do some writing.
I surprised myself by unearthing a very old concept of mine and suddenly elaborating on it. The wording was really rough, but I was surprised at how potent my feelings towards it were. Writing is a hobby, which is different then journaling, but requires practice. You get rusty. But I've been building up some momentum lately, and if things go well, I might actually have something written reasonably soon.
I'm gearing up for a Saturday Mage session. If things go well, the finished adventure will be roughly available by Sunday. It's so, so simple, but it's basically just a haunted house thing with Space Arcanum stapled to it. I love me some Space magic. The only bad thing, if you can call it that, is that I've got access to some other Mage splats. There's a certain temptation to try to cram everything I love into every game I run, but it's never been a good idea. So, this is really almost totally from three books - Core, Mage Core, and Spirits. It didn't need anything else, and I only wanted Spirits because it has spirit guidelines. If you've got a write-up already, you don't need its info at all.
Anyhow, I've got kind of a homesickness thing going. I'm a little lonely, and I can tell because my dreams make me kind of anxious my thoughts increasingly draw me back to what I left behind. While I have a lot of reasons for doing what I did, not everything back in Illinois was bad. I have a lot of really excellent friends who I've always been able to depend on. I'm on excellent terms with my parents, considering. There are few people I've left on bad terms with. It's just that I always wanted to check out another location, and I wasn't getting ahead in Fairview anyhow.
That's ultimately why I'm staying here, as it stands. There were positions in St. Louis that were hiring, but I spent a few months putting out resumes and applications without one place giving me the time of day. Like I said, I've got another few interviews lined up. That right there indicates where I need to be. All the work pays more, as well, and apartments in many locations, while more expensive when you look at the price, are less expensive per dollar earned. I promised myself that I wouldn't give in to home sickness, but I would act responsibly, which is kind of a tough bar to stack for yourself if you're worried about acting irrationally. In this case, however, I believe I'm making the best long term decision. Looking at it from another perspective, I can also say that if I've gotten work here and I don't like it after a year, I don't feel ashamed about the idea of coming back. It'll be coming back with a year of experience in a career-related field and some money in my pocket, which I don't think is a problem at all.
After one interview, yesterday, I spent most of my day tooling around a tired neighborhood on foot. This is one of those suburb type places that want-to-be upper class dwell, hoping to get their feet in the water-side living experience. That's pretty derisive, and it's only because the neighborhood lacks class or sophistication. The area possesses the feel of a bunch of people who are kind of afraid poor people might stumble into their location. It's connected to a bus stop, and that bus stop facilitates a nearby business park. The nearest coffee shop was a Starbucks, and that was a mile and a third away. The next one was a mile apart from that in a place that looked like O'Fallon with some hills. The interview itself went fine. I walked to the second Starbucks, had myself some coffee, and settled down to read a few papers and do some writing.
I surprised myself by unearthing a very old concept of mine and suddenly elaborating on it. The wording was really rough, but I was surprised at how potent my feelings towards it were. Writing is a hobby, which is different then journaling, but requires practice. You get rusty. But I've been building up some momentum lately, and if things go well, I might actually have something written reasonably soon.
I'm gearing up for a Saturday Mage session. If things go well, the finished adventure will be roughly available by Sunday. It's so, so simple, but it's basically just a haunted house thing with Space Arcanum stapled to it. I love me some Space magic. The only bad thing, if you can call it that, is that I've got access to some other Mage splats. There's a certain temptation to try to cram everything I love into every game I run, but it's never been a good idea. So, this is really almost totally from three books - Core, Mage Core, and Spirits. It didn't need anything else, and I only wanted Spirits because it has spirit guidelines. If you've got a write-up already, you don't need its info at all.
