People (one person to be exact) said yesterday’s post was rather pensive, and it was. I’ve been in a stew about something, most obviously.
But I’m better now! Which reminds me, and all of us, I hope, that sometimes a day makes all the difference. And also, you don’t have to decide anything all at once, you know?
photo credit: where are the joneses
If this week is any indication, things must be getting better, economically speaking and all. Here’s why:
1) I will have been employed by external sources, working outside of the confines of my glorious and overly decorated (according to some) apartment this entire week. Whoot. This hasn’t happened since early May, 2009. And boy, are my arms tired.
© Judd Marcello
Today’s dispatch from across the pond comes at a good time. I myself am a little bit down in the dumps about finding a job. Daylight savings time is over, marking the final door-slam on our already closed summer of frivolity, and while I have freelance work, it’s not enough to occupy me. I want more. Challenges! Excitement! Coworkers! I need more. Free Halloween candy in the kitchen! A water bubblah! Money!
And I’m irritated and a bit numb from not hearing back from the one million peoples and places to whom I’ve sent my resume, of feeling like every effort I go to has so little effect, why bother…
photo credit: Alan Edwardes
Screw the recession. Take it from Joe Waul, maker of the 10,000-pound rubber band ball that was just sold to Ripley’s Believe It or Not for an undisclosed price.
(Tell me—what does the biggest rubber band ball in the world go for these days? A cool million? $300,000? 500 bucks in unmarked bills? Free on Craigslist for the person who wants to come and get it?)
Suddenly it’s 5 pm and I’m eating cold pasta out of an old (cleaned, I swear) plastic container that once housed sorbet. This is what happens when one doesn’t consume a drop of alcohol from Monday through Thursday, and then goes on a drinking spree with former coworkers to celebrate Thursday night. There’s something to be said for having a “base level” of booze in one’s system at all times, despite what my personal trainer might tell you.
At any rate, headache has largely subsided at this point, and pasta has been restorative, but I am certainly glad that today did not involve having to enter an office building. I am not sure I would have had the strength.
