My Unemployment

Today is rainy, cold, and bleak. I do not want to sort through my credit cards and figure out which ones to cancel. I do not want to read, yet again, the durable power of attorney that has been sitting on my desk for M and I to sign away our not-so-understandable rights. I do not want to work on my novel and find the plot that, another yet again, I've gone and lost. And I most certainly do not want to go out and trudge through the damp concrete and traffic to look for a job. But I must, because Radiohead released a new album, my savings has gone Saraharan, and I still have to pay my student loan and save for my retirement.

I haven't been working since the start of July. I first started working when I was twelve and I foolishly asked my mom for a three speed Huffy that had caught my eye. She snapped something about money on trees and get a job. I scored a paper route and eventually got my Huffy. I think since the age of 12 I've been unemployed no more than 2 weeks. And here I am, three months after I got canned, Radiohead the new Huffy. I'm ready to go out and get another job at a restaurant because I'm just sick of waiting until inspiration smacks me upside the head and directs me to a different career.

Some financial and career goals just sort of stall. I'd like to avoid saying fail, but if the day gets any bleaker I might be inclined to change my mind.

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I just listened to a CD I picked up at the library, The Best of Lou Rawls, The Capitol Jazz & Blues Sessions, and all is right with the world again.