Into the Void
"tried to save myself but my self kept slipping away"
My first day with my former company was June 6, 2008. Exactly three years to the day they eliminated the position I specifically moved to DC to fill. Good stuff. In the meantime I've attempted to fix a halfhearted relationship with a great girl that I just can't figure out, obviously got my resume together, spent endless hours on the phone with unemployment, and...well, looked for jobs.
I'm remembering how fucked up I was the last time, how I was going through a horrible breakup at the same time as starting this new job and feeling like I could conquer the world. Through a kitchen. But ya know. I like how in the several years I've kept this up it's gone from a smattering of people to basically just a vanity project. Seeing how I can't even keep ahold of my paper writings anymore perhaps this is the best way to do things. And without any fee (still bitter about losing the homestead.com writings. They were money. To me).
I guess what the point is, I'm not walking down country roads listening to Ryan Adams "English girls approximately" this time around. Instead it's a few choice works of Trent Reznor played on 11 while I walk the streets of DC. To be honest I've worked through all the other stages of grief (for a job, of all things) but I'm stuck in depression mode right now. Kinda sux but I'll get over it.
My first day with my former company was June 6, 2008. Exactly three years to the day they eliminated the position I specifically moved to DC to fill. Good stuff. In the meantime I've attempted to fix a halfhearted relationship with a great girl that I just can't figure out, obviously got my resume together, spent endless hours on the phone with unemployment, and...well, looked for jobs.
I'm remembering how fucked up I was the last time, how I was going through a horrible breakup at the same time as starting this new job and feeling like I could conquer the world. Through a kitchen. But ya know. I like how in the several years I've kept this up it's gone from a smattering of people to basically just a vanity project. Seeing how I can't even keep ahold of my paper writings anymore perhaps this is the best way to do things. And without any fee (still bitter about losing the homestead.com writings. They were money. To me).
I guess what the point is, I'm not walking down country roads listening to Ryan Adams "English girls approximately" this time around. Instead it's a few choice works of Trent Reznor played on 11 while I walk the streets of DC. To be honest I've worked through all the other stages of grief (for a job, of all things) but I'm stuck in depression mode right now. Kinda sux but I'll get over it.
posted by jersn at 1:31 AM
3 Comments:
Life stages - neener neener neener
Not funny. But we've hashed this out.
Hey man. Crap, dude. I hope you're doing good. We're doing a bit better over here. Marriage is hard row to hoe, or whatever.
I've been listening to Bon Iver a lot lately. man, this record is good. not to diverge, but I've not been so excited about new music as I have been lately. Toro y Moi, St. Vincent, Wild Flag, Bon Iver, etc, there is a ton of great stuff coming out.
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