#274 - Wish I Was a Little Bit Taller

I wish I was getting more sleep.

I've been working for two weeks or so now, and it hasn't been terrible. Really, I think the transition has made it more difficult than it really is; after all, to go from nine months of relative inactivity to suddenly working hard early in the morning for forty hours a week isn't exactly a subtle change. I hope it gets better, but when I'm awake, I try to keep my eyes open for new jobs and such. I'd hate to quit already, but feeling squashed for time (and going to bed ass-early every night) isn't my idea of a good time.

If I find a job with better hours, I'm out of there.

Got lots of stuff on my car fixed. I wish I had finished working on this blog before I went out and got a job though; I wanted to try messing around with the colors and text and such, and of course adding the links and whatnot. Maybe having to work will inspire me to write a bit more often, but it probably won't. We'll see.

Anyway, I'm just waiting for Nicky to call and let me know she's home safe, and then I'm going to sleep. I nearly fell asleep three times when we were laying together already, which would have been bad.

Tired.

~Don

#273 - I'll Make a Call

Today, someone called about a job...but he called from his house (I would assume) instead of the store he works at, because I know the number to the store and that wasn't it.

Unfortunately for me, the boss' number was from PA, which means it may be tough for me to use my driving excuse to get slightly later hours. I know it's a petty thing and that I should take what I can get since I'm almost out of money, but I really don't want to change my lifestyle too much for a job. I can tolerate working evenings as long as I'm not coming home too late and I don't have a ton of them, but I prefer working during the day.

Just...not too early in the day. It's hard enough to find time to be with Nicky as it is with her schedule sometimes, and with her leaving to go to school in a few months, it's even more important to me that our schedules coincide enough that we have time together. However, if I have to be to work at 7, that means I need to be up at 6 AM at the very latest...which means I would need to be going to bed at 10 at night, which is sometimes before Nicky even gets off.

What it all boils down to is that I'm really hoping I can talk to this guy tomorrow and explain the situation and get a little bit of leeway. But I don't know what he's got open for me either, so it's hard to say what I'll end up with.

It's going to be hard either way to give up all my free time though. Really hard. And honestly, I don't want to do it, but I know that's my several months of unemployment talking. Ideally I'd work three or four days a week during the day, but I know that doesn't happen to real people (unless they're rich or extremely experienced and valuable and they can do what they want). It's sad to think about losing freedom again, but this is a freedom I shouldn't have had to begin with.

Besides, I need to learn how to function like a normal human being again, so if it happens, it happens. There's probably no one in the world short of lottery winners who gets to spend all their time sitting home on their ass. You make the best of it. Do I think life should be like this though? No. We have one life, and we spend most of it doing things we don't want to do.

I know it needs to be done, but still. Sometimes I wonder.

~Don