Jobs... Yet Again
Well, this is interesting. I haven't been stressed out at all since last May when I was trying to maintain a 4.0, graduate, work three jobs, leave Orono, and find a job and pretty much determine my entire future at the same time. I do believe that the situation pretty much caused me to snap and get drunk every night for the final few weeks of the semester. It resulted in a 3.92, no job, no future, an apartment in Westbrook, and this past year of living as a dirty, dirty hippie. Ugh. The failure.
Now that I am finally coming out of it, I find myself with a couple of very important job interviews (on Thursday and Friday). They're second interviews, too, so the companies are apparently quite interested in me. Up 'til now, I have been perfectly content to work moderate paying temporary jobs - I had no attachment to the work, and no like or dislike of it... So I could leave early or do a mediocre job and not feel badly at all about it. I really don't want that to change.
I've only been interested in 4 jobs in my life - one flew me out to California in May (I turned the job down because, as I do now, I forsaw my future of being a big fat corporate waste of space), one never got back to me in August, and now I've got the other two competing over me (but not really). If I take one of these jobs, I'm going to probably like it. If I like my job, I'm going to actually apply myself to succeed. I have barely even used my brain since last spring. This is a very scary time for me.
If I start working 60 hour weeks, give my job priority over anything else, stop working out and gain a bunch of weight, and end up turning into that waste of space that I dread... Hmm... I was going to ask you to kill me, but I'll already be dead on the inside.
Like prostitutes and people from the midwest.
Now that I am finally coming out of it, I find myself with a couple of very important job interviews (on Thursday and Friday). They're second interviews, too, so the companies are apparently quite interested in me. Up 'til now, I have been perfectly content to work moderate paying temporary jobs - I had no attachment to the work, and no like or dislike of it... So I could leave early or do a mediocre job and not feel badly at all about it. I really don't want that to change.
I've only been interested in 4 jobs in my life - one flew me out to California in May (I turned the job down because, as I do now, I forsaw my future of being a big fat corporate waste of space), one never got back to me in August, and now I've got the other two competing over me (but not really). If I take one of these jobs, I'm going to probably like it. If I like my job, I'm going to actually apply myself to succeed. I have barely even used my brain since last spring. This is a very scary time for me.
If I start working 60 hour weeks, give my job priority over anything else, stop working out and gain a bunch of weight, and end up turning into that waste of space that I dread... Hmm... I was going to ask you to kill me, but I'll already be dead on the inside.
Like prostitutes and people from the midwest.
posted by darkchord at 4:21 PM
4 Comments:
You as "a dirty dirty hippie"!? Bwahahahahaha! Seriously, you are the most unhippie person I have ever met.
Being a hippie isn't all about drugs, long hair and not bathing.
The idea of being a hippie is more of a sense of being a free spirit - an unwillingness to conform to societal norms, exploration both in one's actions and self, the pursuit of art and creation, and maybe even a slight amount of rebellion.
I am a hippie in my rejection of the mores established society. However, I still fail the hair-length prerequisite. Crap. I lose the hippie game once again.
i totally beat you...
by a whopping .02
p.s. michaela just exclaimed, "child porn? sweet!"
I am not a hippie either... maybe thats why we get along
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