So right I’ve been in between living situations and jobs for the last 5 months. It’s been pretty stressful, aside from the reduction in costs and the ability to focus on paying off my car loan…
But, I’m back in my hometown now and things are leveling out. There are two jobs I’m looking into applying for. Doing contract cleaning for commercial spaces via a cleaning business or picking up a dish pit job. I gotta find something soon so that I can really get over the money hump and get my own apartment.
Right now the heater is running, because my mother is practically cold blooded, and she’s got Rachel Maddow playing. I can’t complain in any real sense, but these are annoyances to me.
My stuff is spread out now between my storage unit, my father’s place, my mother’s place, and my brother’s place. Really bothers me when I’m looking for something only to realize it’s about 200 miles away.
This will hopefully be the last time I get myself into this situation.
I just gotta find another job, but I’m thinking I can watch craigslist for another week to see if anything that really works for me is out there.
I’ve been riding the buses and it’s been cool. I like getting around that way. I’ve found another barista to hit on and she seems pretty sweet… quite receptive to my presence.
So it goes… the long game of waiting week after week for the fundamental opportunities to arise that allow me to move forward.
That said I’m doing real well head-wise… I’m just trying to distract myself from the adverts being blared from the tele…
Sounds like you’re doing pretty well, considering all the stress @Azley. At least you’re getting around and found a new girl to hang with. Wish you the best!
Somehow sometime, but it’s more just a personal reflection about my state of understanding life in the US.
I really will be a happy fellow if I can have a house, a reasonable wife, and maybe a rolling 15,000 in the bank to play around with buying cheap cars and new technology.
It seems different to really accept that this is my hometown and I should just make the best of it instead of day dreaming about what else it out there. I know that I won’t be up to traveling unless I can do it securely without the costs bogging down my experience.
My recent thinking beyond that has been centered around freedom. What is freedom in a world where you are expected to start working right out of the gate? What is freedom in a world that upholds free speech yet then constricts it via social laws? What is the essence of feeling free and what lifestyles can be constructed that empower knowing freedom instead of subservience to others… while still respecting their concerns.
Self-employment, modesty, and good company that shares similar respects for the lifestyle… those are the fundamentals I hope to live by… and I hope that those methods will give me proper traction to land in a future I’d like to have.
I’d throw generosity on there as well… but I’ve gotta get myself in a position where I have more to give before I can really help others to find that freedom and self-empowerment… hah cause right now I still live in the tiled section of my mom’s kitchen.
I felt something Fitzgerald-like in your response, except Scott would be rather immodest and debauched. Do you feel maybe like an observer who takes part in the Jazz Age? Or perhaps a Jazz Age is more what you and I might wish for? Dunno, but the materialism in your description, and one’s bondage to it, just made me think of Gatsby. I think one could be in poverty and still be like “Owl Eyes” in a society whose biggest concern is the inverted Golden Arches campaign. Take care.
Dude I wish I lived in the age of the funk… but the funk didn’t ever really die. The nerds just took it for themselves.
I just applied for a cleaning gig. I got to turn in my application in person so I chatted with their receptionist. I’m hoping character gives me the edge and timeliness as they just posted the position a couple days ago. I also emailed in response to the ad so if I get and interview or their president connects the dots herself she might have more a familiarity to my identity. The email was just back story… not an application.
Got my fingers crossed. It’ll pay weekly and starts at $10 an hour which is basically the best I could have hoped for. Might pull in 150 a week and land right under the accepted income for someone on disability.
The hours are great too. Late evening, meaning I can pick up another job to work throughout the day.
1 hump, 2 hump, hop, skip, jump… Gotta get a job, a dog, an apartment, and a car… oh it’s the mid-westerner’s life for me.
