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The Faces (Haven’t) Changed, But the Hassles Are All the Same

Posted in adventures in life, work with tags , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2009 by thedith

So, how’d my first day back in the 9-5’er (uh, well, sort of…I start at 10…) world go? Well, I arrived at the office about 10 minutes early, and instead of going in, I waited outside across the street for eight minutes until 9:58.  This would make the first hour not drag out so long, I reasoned. This is called: false.

By 11 o’clock I had to sing Cyndi Lauper songs in my head to keep myself from falling asleep.

At noon, I wanted to chainsmoke a pack of Marlboro Reds so bad, I didn’t even care that I don’t even really smoke.

Around 2 o’clock I became homicidal.

And at 3 o’clock I hid in the bathroom for ten minutes to resist the urge to throw myself out the window.

But then, I listened to the following Kings of Leon song on the walk home.

Through the throngs of harried women in sweaty work dresses, and corpulent businessmen in wrinkled suits, my ipod offered me salvation from the soul crushing corporate world at last.

Okay.  Fine, I’m working for a non-profit — not a big corporation. And, this was only day one.  I have got to stop being a baby. I mean, if Brett Favre can pull himself out of retirement (twice!) from his out of shape boot straps, the least I can do is go join the rest of society and work in an office.  I mean, hello, Meredith, that’s what you were doing before the ol’ resesh came a-knockin’ on your door…Two months out of the game is a long time though…  Maybe I should just drop out of soceity, and abandon the idea of an office job all together. I’ll become  a Neo-Beat poet and change my name to Juniper Breeze, Satchel Fig-Tree, or Brett Michaels.  Yeah, that sounds nice. Good talk.

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(90) Days of Unemployment

Posted in adventures in life, inapropriately long posts with tags , , , , , , , on July 31, 2009 by thedith

It has been approximately 90 days since I was laid off.  It’s 3:30 am.  I can’t sleep.  It’s hard to imagine now, but the day after I got laid off, I went to Vegas for three days.  Yep, that’s right, Vegas.  Granted, I was already planning to go to Vegas before I got laid off — bought my ticket during my lunch break the very day I got laid off, but really? I did that? Reckless? Irresponsible? Stupid? Or best decision of my life?  I vacillate between the last two.  I think it was simultaneously both.  Foolish perhaps, but at the time, I think it was what I needed to get my mojo flowing. Sometimes, you gotta do stupid things to get your groove back.

Since being laid off, I’ve temped part-time at a non-profit that organizes continuing education opportunities for Seniors;  I’ve worked (well, work, present tense) at a restaurant.  I’ve met dozens of new people — some I’ve been apathetic about, some I’ve disliked; many I’ve liked, and some I’ve really liked.  Some, I’ve regrettably fallen out of contact with because I’m bad at staying in contact with people (if you’re one of those people, and you’re reading this, hey, let’s hang out by the way?).  I’ve Networked with countless people to no avail; sent out billions more cover letters and resumes, and heard back from few.  Then, in the month of July, I all but gave up.  I knew that I needed to keep trying, but it just got to be so damn dispiriting.  This, was no funemployment.

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My So-Called 20’s

Posted in inapropriately long posts, Life with tags , , , , , , , on May 8, 2009 by thedith

 

The 20s is more like an episode of My So Called Life than Friends

The 20's is more like an episode of "My So Called Life" than "Friends"

Remember how when you were in high school, and you felt like you were so grown up? You and your friends could finally drive yourselves to the mall, you stole alcohol from your parents, and nothing was more fun than finding places to makeout with your boyfriend/girlfriend?  Of course you weren’t really grown up, you were just faking it; only at the time, you were too immature to realize it. Post-college 20’s feel kind of like adolescence all over again — except this time you’re painfully aware of the fact that you’re not really grown up at all, just faking it.  And oftentimes, badly.

 

Post-college is kind of like a series of bumbling movements — you’re stumbling up, more than you’re growing up; you get a new apartment, maybe a new job — but you’re not really sure what you’re doing with either.  You’ve moved on from the world of cramming for tests, and writing epic papers, but now you’ve got a whole new set of worries to be anxious about.  It’s like all the sudden the world expects you to be some mature, responsible “Adult”, and really, the only thing college has prepared you for is how to bullshit a 20 page paper, and how to shotgun a Natty Light.  There was no class called Budgeting 101.  Or, Intro to: How To Not Fuck Up on the Job.  Certainly there was no seminar called Working 9-5 Will Drain Your Soul or Sometimes Life is Kind of Lonely.

But everyone tells you post-college is the time where you focus on “building your career — time to get serious now!” So you slave away at a job that you maybe kind of hate, definitely don’t love, all with the grand idea that you’re “embarking upon your career”.  That is to say, the stupid job you have now will eventually lead you to the job of your dreams — ten years down the line — and then: cue the never-ending bongo party!  

Except, half-way to the bongo party, the Quarter Life Crisis hits.  The Quarter Life Crisis is about feeling ill-at-ease.  It’s about feeling uncomfortable, and dissatisfied with the path life is leading you down.  And compounding this, is a creeping sense of loneliness.  You feel like a failure because everyone else seems to be leading really sweet, really fulfilling lives, while your life isn’t even a maraca party.  Of course they’re not.  You may even know this on an intellectual level, but it feels like you’re the only one.  And then, you’re 15-years old again, angsty and butt-hurt because you’ve been left out of the cool clique of successful 20-somethings.

I’m calling for an end to the Let’s-All-Focus-On-Our-Careers movement of the post-college world.  Because you know what made college so great? What made us all look back so fondly on our days at university? Was is the shitty “beer”? The seminars on Marxism? I mean, maybe (weirdo…) but I think you’ll agree with me that it was your posse.  That group of friends who you could count on to commiserate with you over pizza, or in the library, or even over a round of shots.  Where’s the post-college posse?  If you’re lucky, you may have moved to a town with three, maybe four close friends.  But really? Four friends? Didn’t you used to have like, two — three times that many in college?  Where did the posse go? If you don’t believe me, count up the number of people you hang out with on a regular basis now — and be honest.  I’m talking about the number of people who you legitimately hang out with on a regular basis; the people you could call up any time of day to do something with and it wouldn’t be weird.  How many of those do you have? Enough to be considered a posse?

This is why I’m calling for a Return to the Posse.  This is a new movement.  Where, instead of just trying to hang out with your small crew of friends, getting drunk and trying to trick someone into hooking up with you at the end of the night, you try to meet a new group of friends.  Have these friends join your friends, and voila! Instant posse! Isn’t that how you met your crew way back when? I don’t advocate having a posse just so that way you can announce “rollin’ mob deep” to your new friends via text message, but because isn’t focusing on your friends way more fulfilling than focusing on your job? Jobs come and go, but friends will always have ridiculous stories to share.  If you think, well I don’t need new friends I like the ones that I have, rubbish! You have two.  You have two friends. You know what’s better than two friends? A posse of friends. Cue: the never-ending bongo party!