So thats the way it works, right?
Now that I'm done with grad school, Im suddenly broke again. What the hell. I really actually saved and worked at keeping my money and now, its all gone. whoosh!
Not that having to pay 500 fucking dollars to bind my thesis copies helped at all. Sigh.
fuuuuck. For once in my life I was on top of my money and that is no longer the case.
*headdesk*
Im busy trying to look for work while using a sliding scale of where I want to live vs how am I going to get there? vs what is it I am trying to do with myself. Also. looking for just work work. Told my mother that I left my job. This was not a pretty event.
I got a lot of flak about that. I thought I wanted to write about. But. I don't. Suffice to say it did not help the inner worries about making huge life decisions and really fucking them up again. Or that I might fail miserably again. bah. I don't need cheerleading from her, but I just would like a vote of confidence.
Not that she means it in a mean way. I know its just caring. but sheeeeesh. Fuck me. Trying not to lose momentum or hope or the positive way that I am trying to move forward. This especially means that I am trying very hard not to base decisions on other people.
I think that the plan that has formed marks October as some sort of deciding time. That gives me time to work and save like a madperson, and then organize moving where ever. Or doing whatever the hell that I am doing.
Hugh and I are meeting graduation weekend to talk about jobs. I am pretty sure that he can get me a job in NPS or something along those lines. I think this means that there is a good possibility that I could work almost anywhere. Im so tempted. There are sooo many interesting places to be.
This brings up an interesting other kind of full circle.
There is a hot possibility that a job with NPS will end me back in DC. I can't decide how I feel about that. Strangely enough.
I still really really want to move to Charlotte. By the way.
That hasn't changed. That is a plan that is seperate from all other plans being made. So there is still that. Copies of my resume and thesis and an official type letter go on out to Buz and Eddie in the next few days.
That also opens up the possibility of Florida.
I like to look at the jobs at NPS. There are a couple of park ranger jobs. How fun would that be!? Of course, I would spend my whole time looking for supernatural things and probably they would all think that I was crazy..and then. well. sigh
Things that are stopping me include the possibility of working weekends. Sundays man, those are booked!
Another side note. I am watching, what is this? Firewall. And Harrison Ford seems to be channeling Bruce Wayne's Batman voice. :/
What else, I wonder. Was I going to write about. I got distracted. Comic Con is coming and that is hooray! Also I will be 33 soon. That seems like a good sounding number.
Also, I am going to be good and come back here more. Twitter is made of win, but now that I am not writing for hours everyday, I am glad to be back writing here.
Grandma was up a lot last night. And I did a good number of waking up thinking that she was calling.
I am very tired.
So thats it! Broke. Looking for work. Fighting with my mom. Tired. comic con. the end.
Not that having to pay 500 fucking dollars to bind my thesis copies helped at all. Sigh.
fuuuuck. For once in my life I was on top of my money and that is no longer the case.
*headdesk*
Im busy trying to look for work while using a sliding scale of where I want to live vs how am I going to get there? vs what is it I am trying to do with myself. Also. looking for just work work. Told my mother that I left my job. This was not a pretty event.
I got a lot of flak about that. I thought I wanted to write about. But. I don't. Suffice to say it did not help the inner worries about making huge life decisions and really fucking them up again. Or that I might fail miserably again. bah. I don't need cheerleading from her, but I just would like a vote of confidence.
Not that she means it in a mean way. I know its just caring. but sheeeeesh. Fuck me. Trying not to lose momentum or hope or the positive way that I am trying to move forward. This especially means that I am trying very hard not to base decisions on other people.
I think that the plan that has formed marks October as some sort of deciding time. That gives me time to work and save like a madperson, and then organize moving where ever. Or doing whatever the hell that I am doing.
Hugh and I are meeting graduation weekend to talk about jobs. I am pretty sure that he can get me a job in NPS or something along those lines. I think this means that there is a good possibility that I could work almost anywhere. Im so tempted. There are sooo many interesting places to be.
This brings up an interesting other kind of full circle.
There is a hot possibility that a job with NPS will end me back in DC. I can't decide how I feel about that. Strangely enough.
I still really really want to move to Charlotte. By the way.
That hasn't changed. That is a plan that is seperate from all other plans being made. So there is still that. Copies of my resume and thesis and an official type letter go on out to Buz and Eddie in the next few days.
That also opens up the possibility of Florida.
I like to look at the jobs at NPS. There are a couple of park ranger jobs. How fun would that be!? Of course, I would spend my whole time looking for supernatural things and probably they would all think that I was crazy..and then. well. sigh
Things that are stopping me include the possibility of working weekends. Sundays man, those are booked!
Another side note. I am watching, what is this? Firewall. And Harrison Ford seems to be channeling Bruce Wayne's Batman voice. :/
What else, I wonder. Was I going to write about. I got distracted. Comic Con is coming and that is hooray! Also I will be 33 soon. That seems like a good sounding number.
Also, I am going to be good and come back here more. Twitter is made of win, but now that I am not writing for hours everyday, I am glad to be back writing here.
Grandma was up a lot last night. And I did a good number of waking up thinking that she was calling.
I am very tired.
So thats it! Broke. Looking for work. Fighting with my mom. Tired. comic con. the end.