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| I'm sorting my clothes for washing so I can continue wearing clean things, and I just came across a shirt I have absolutely no recollection of buying/acquiring. It still has the tags, so it's brand new. It couldn't have come from the Plato's Closet trip a while back, because there's no additional tag or price sticker. It must have come from that Kohl's trip a million years ago. Or my muddah tossed it at me when I wasn't paying attention. Le shrug. -- In the past six days, since last week's Thursday night swing dance, I've had a sum total of less than four hours' worth of human interaction. And that's only if I count things like phone calls to State Farm. Otherwise, make it three. I'm assuming that there will be detrimental side effects if this continues, but at least I know it can't continue more than a few more weeks. It can't continue for more than a month, in fact. The latest move-out day is August 12th. We'll call that an even four weeks. I'm going to give myself another 2 weeks to find a well-paying job I like. After that, I'll take the first shitty IT position (probably entry-level tech support. *shudder*) I can find that pays more than $35K/yr (for Chicago. $30K/yr for Champaign-Urbana). Moving back in with my parents, unless it's only for a couple of weeks while I find myself an apartment) is just completely unacceptable. Doing bitchwork for too little money is infinitely preferable. And presumably (hopefully?) I'd be able to find a job that isn't Teh Suck sooner or later. This didn't work when I tried it the first time, so I'll try it again: job leads greatly appreciated. Surely one of you in the Chicagoland or Champaign-Urbana areas knows a guy who knows a guy. Help a brutha out, folks. -- I want this to be over. My life has been on hold for two months. Two months! Not knowing exactly what I want to do with my life is something I can deal with. But not having anything to do with my *time*? Doing nothing...but drifting...and waiting... Well, that's just too much. I need commitments. A reason to get up before noon at least a few times a week. A purpose. Not A Purpose. Just a purpose. I can only spend so many days doing nothing but reading and gaming online before my head implodes. | ||||||||||
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