It’s all fun and games until your grandmother has a stroke and your childhood dog dies.
But! My five days away were still lovely, albeit somewhat stressful, though they did not afford much time or energy or motivation for blogging.
No worries, my three avid readers, I am back with vengeance, and a job!
Sorry you had to miss me so much, but it was well worth it to have a fun and carefree handful of days away before heading in to work again for the first time in quite a while (that extremely brief, shameful, self-loathing blip at a discount store that shall not be named does not count!)
Ooh, no, I hope you aren’t expecting me to write some great social or political or economical commentary, cause I’m really just here to bitch about how much it blows to be unemployed.
Granted, I’m sort of sitting around, crossing my fingers that my second interview with Whole Foods Market will go marvelously, and they’ll be throwing job offers at me, practically begging me to work for them. And soon I will be stocking and pulling and sampling organic produce to boot, and making money!
It doesn’t seem like so long ago that I was a content, unemployed, college drop-out. Smoking like a chimney, and cashing in all of my childhood bonds before they had matured to keep me in green and cigarettes and snack foods, busing it from place to place, doing odd jobs here and there, and living carefree. Now (though you wouldn’t know it from my shocking lack of motivation) not having a job stresses me out.
God I miss being a true stoner. Or maybe the extreme paranoia just means that I actually am?
No matter which way you slice it, I need a job.