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I've not been tremendously busy in the usual sense, with lots of things going on. It's been more like busy in the sense that very basic life mechanics such as travel, sleeping, work, and cooking/eating/basic cleaning take up about 90% of my free time. I'd been hoping that I'd get a chance to interview (a chance at a chance, if you will) at another gig, and it fell through because the job skipped interviews and went right to hiring friends which I had hoped would kinda sorta happen to me this time, but alas.
I didn't want to get hired out of hand - I wanted to interview, but the point's moot here. The friends who had stuck their necks out to vouch for me were pretty unhappy, but offered me some perspective; did I really want to work under a manager who acts likes that? It's difficult to get too mad about it, when you put it like that.
Or, rather, it's me so it's really not that hard. I reserve the right to be mad pretty much all the time. My official default status is angry, but I can't always be actively so, if only because it takes up an awful lot of time. Rather, it's a latent state. I got the news last night not from the manager who promised an interview, but from my friends, and it doesn't do to lambaste them for their efforts. Certainly not. Rather, I mearly checked off the box on my mental paperwork that indicated the proper level of exasperated-but-unsurprised rage. No sense in pretending I didn't know this could happen, after all.
Sadly, this is pretty much the whole scene. I was really hoping that I'd have something more fun to share with you, but this is pretty much it for me right now. I have about 45 minutes in the morning and between 3 and 4 hours at night depending on what's going on. It's certainly possible to do stuff in that time, but it's not easy and more often then not, I've got about one thing I can do for leisure be that journalling, playing a game, or a movie before it's off to bed. I am aware that millions of adult Americans are subject to the same conditions, which I honestly kind of think suck; I'm left feeling like I've made a ridiculous mistake when the alternative is really considerably worse. It's not a great feeling, but all you can do is gather up what's left of your gumption and soldier on looking for a decent solution.
There are some bits of good news that should really lighten the load and expand my options a little bit. One, Katie's landed a part time job and it started today. There should be a little bit of additional cash flow coming in, then, and makes it easier for me to select a job closer to home. The other bit is that my car is 100%, legitimately paid off, which frees up a few hundred bucks a month. I paid it off a little sooner then I had to, so I saved a little bit of money on it, but the real, measurable relief comes from not having the debt tapping my account for 200 a month.
Anyhow, I got up a little earlier today to try to see Katie off and maybe do something like this. I know it's not really all that fun and probably boring, but you know where I'm at. I'm looking forward to picking up this House of Cards game I keep seeing on here with my next paycheck and hopefully I can take a little time to write about this Hunger Games hullabaloo that keeps popping up on my metaphorical dashboard. Those things are more fun, less whiny, and may be able to tide me over until I've got some more really decent news on the horizon.
I didn't want to get hired out of hand - I wanted to interview, but the point's moot here. The friends who had stuck their necks out to vouch for me were pretty unhappy, but offered me some perspective; did I really want to work under a manager who acts likes that? It's difficult to get too mad about it, when you put it like that.
Or, rather, it's me so it's really not that hard. I reserve the right to be mad pretty much all the time. My official default status is angry, but I can't always be actively so, if only because it takes up an awful lot of time. Rather, it's a latent state. I got the news last night not from the manager who promised an interview, but from my friends, and it doesn't do to lambaste them for their efforts. Certainly not. Rather, I mearly checked off the box on my mental paperwork that indicated the proper level of exasperated-but-unsurprised rage. No sense in pretending I didn't know this could happen, after all.
Sadly, this is pretty much the whole scene. I was really hoping that I'd have something more fun to share with you, but this is pretty much it for me right now. I have about 45 minutes in the morning and between 3 and 4 hours at night depending on what's going on. It's certainly possible to do stuff in that time, but it's not easy and more often then not, I've got about one thing I can do for leisure be that journalling, playing a game, or a movie before it's off to bed. I am aware that millions of adult Americans are subject to the same conditions, which I honestly kind of think suck; I'm left feeling like I've made a ridiculous mistake when the alternative is really considerably worse. It's not a great feeling, but all you can do is gather up what's left of your gumption and soldier on looking for a decent solution.
There are some bits of good news that should really lighten the load and expand my options a little bit. One, Katie's landed a part time job and it started today. There should be a little bit of additional cash flow coming in, then, and makes it easier for me to select a job closer to home. The other bit is that my car is 100%, legitimately paid off, which frees up a few hundred bucks a month. I paid it off a little sooner then I had to, so I saved a little bit of money on it, but the real, measurable relief comes from not having the debt tapping my account for 200 a month.
Anyhow, I got up a little earlier today to try to see Katie off and maybe do something like this. I know it's not really all that fun and probably boring, but you know where I'm at. I'm looking forward to picking up this House of Cards game I keep seeing on here with my next paycheck and hopefully I can take a little time to write about this Hunger Games hullabaloo that keeps popping up on my metaphorical dashboard. Those things are more fun, less whiny, and may be able to tide me over until I've got some more really decent news on the horizon.
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