Frustration, depression, hope?
Started: Thursday, August 22, 2002 19:32
Finished: Thursday, August 22, 2002 19:54
This morning, after what must have been around 12 hours of sleep (interrupted by 1 natural wake at around 0700 in the morning), I called Wild Oats to see if I could talk to the person in charge of hiring. Not there.
After eating, showering, and a little more sleep, I called again. Still not there. Doh.
I eventually found out that I'll have to call back Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. Hmmmm....
So it would be a good idea to seek out some other possibilities. I managed to wander down to Qdoba (the one near by place, not the usual lunch hangout), and picked up an application.
I got the application, but I don't know if it's right. In some of these places (including this particular franchise outlet, it seemed), I have to wonder if having an English vocabulary of less than 500 words might be a prerequisite to employment. I dunno.
Then I question, and second-guess myself. Am I really doing the best thing by looking for a service industry job? With 2.5 years official experience + much more knowledge, couldn't I find something in the programming field, dry as that well may be in this area right now? But after that rotten taste left from my last job, do I really want to?
Are all companies so decepetive? Do they all try to stab you in the back like this? And then I hear these other tales of similarly dastardly behavior on the part of tech industry employers. What is one to do?
Find a job clerking, work cheap, and just enjoy whatever happens to come along?
I dunno. I do know one thing: I can't continue to spend 98% of my time sitting around alone in my apartment. Aside from being financially unsustainable, in terms of mental well-being, it would be poison.
One week with lots of sleep has been good. It's time to start waking up.
For now, I'll continue with the plan I have set. Find a semi-temporary service industry job do work at until around January. Plan to move out of my current apartment in November. Then, when 2003 comes, re-assess my life, the world, and where I want to go with it.
That's the plan. Here's to it.
Will you stay and comfort me?
I feel afraid I might be living.
And if I had to the ends of Time
would I ever make you mine?
Just a whispered "yes" is all I need.