Well two days of what feels to me like being unproductive, i decide to do the waitress gig again. It’s my third time to work at this place and was actually my first job. I figure that is the reason it sort of feels like “going backwards” but I’m not exactly looking at it as a career move or anything. The only drawback I suppose is that it’s in Marble Falls, and it’s hard to justify such a commute for a measly little waitress job. Really though, I’m doing it because it doesn’t feel quite like “work” and I figure I might as well make a little cash while I’m doing close to nothing anyway. My “boss” is one of my best friends and I’ve known her since I first worked with her at age 15. Hard to believe that was ten years ago. There have been times I have caught myself staring at the framed local newspaper article from that time hanging on the wall with our picture on it. I can’t really recognize myself so that part is very strange. I was much much thinner and I finally realize why people mistaked me for a twelve year old when I was infact almost sixteen. I still get told I look “young” for my age, except now I figure I could pass for at least eighteen. I don’t get carded much for smokes anymore but alcohol is another story. I figure this particular trait will come in handy when I’m actually old and could perhaps still look convincingly younger. But realistically, I’m not taking care of myself as well I should be so that realization makes that previous statement highly unlikely. But I digress..

Waiting tables was what it was I suppose, and the day flew by in a quick flash which was a nice change of pace as sometimes the hours tend to slow themselves down when you work in a cube farm. I made decent money for the amount of time I actually worked and at this point, anything helps really. Still in a bit of financial and general limbo so to speak but I figure all I can do is wait this out and make little things happen each day. I am grateful to have great friends and an awesome boyfriend who are more helpful than they probably realize. When I get rich, I’ll buy them all private jets or something equally extravaggant (perhaps a pet shark or a Dyson vacuum?)..

Working on the resume now and I’m already fairly satisfied with the recent revisions. The perfect oppurtunity to put my vocabulary to the ultimate test and as tedius as it can be at times, I rather enjoy a verbal challenge. I have realized that perhaps I have spent so much time trying to perfect my eloquence and flow in the form of writing, I haven’t worried enough about how to communicate effectively in person. At least in a job interview sort of setting. It just seems to be such a structured and precise thing in most cases, almost like a test and there are just too many “wrong” things you can say.For some reason my general conversation in interviews seems to be mostly made up of these “wrong things”.  It’s hard for me to project an impression of myself upon somebody when that projection is insincere. I feel like I’m not cocky enough to pull off an interview successfully for any kind of huge position somewhere. And I’m not so good at faking it but I guess I should get better at that for these particular instances. I just wish I could be myself I guess and that would make things much easier. Some people are phenominal at exuding self confidence (in a non-cocky way) while still maintaining a good sense of their personality. I feel like a robot and this probably shows. But I suppose I would be contradicting myself if I said I didn’t enjoy this challenge at least a little. After all, technically it is a verbal sort, even though a different type. And I figure overcoming the challenge is just as rewarding as getting that big fancy job. If not more. Actually for me..most definitely more.

Well today I got laid off. Quite the bummer I suppose but I am taking it in stride. Definitely a long way since the last instance where I lost my job. But that’s a long story I dont really care to write about at this particular moment. I had fair warning or at least enough of a heads up that it wasn’t such a shock at least. For me, I guess the hardest part of losing a job is not knowing what to do with yourself for the 8 hours you would otherwise be at work. Always that advice coming to “relax” or “take a break” which I gladly welcome because it makes me feel a little less guilty when I actually do relax and take it easy. At least for today. Of course to my procrastinator ears, this suggestion is just what they want to hear at the moment so of course it’s only natural for me to take their advice. I took it easy enough to not feel bad about it, which is just the right amount. I didn’t completely waste away or melt into the couch or anything. I figure doing that would have only bummed me out as I would eventually be laying there in my own self pity, feeling bad I was on a couch instead of looking for a job. So instead, I call to “register” as a “jobseeker” with the ol’ workforce comission and a lovely message tells me they cannot “accept my call at this time” and abruptly hangs up on me. No reason, nothin. Which sort of just adds insult to injury after being laid off I’d say. But I didn’t cry about it or anything. (it’s just raining on my face, ok???!)

Then I cleaned my boyfriend’s room out of boredom and the fact I figure maybe he’ll appreciate such a thing since his girlfriend is now a jobless broke loser, instead of  just a broke loser. In other words, I kind of had the time, so I do it. It’s really the least I can do though.

So now the hunt begins. Finding a job sometimes is such a “process” and one I don’t really enjoy to boot. Thinking about it just now kind of exhausted my brain a bit and now I no longer feel like writing. Eh, besides I’m supposed to be off “taking it easy”.  Till the next episode then.

You would think that reading things I wrote in the past would somehow ‘inspire’ me to want to write more. I find that lately, it is accomplishing quite the opposite effect. I tend to collect thoughts in my head for awhile before they all come spilling out onto a screen or paper, whichever is most readily available (though I much prefer typing as I can do this much faster than writing and sometimes I can’t even keep up with my own thoughts). I think this makes things more interesting. The difficult part about writing for me is sitting down and writing about the mundane (or what I consider to be mundane anyway).  I guess you could describe today and any other day I’ve decided not to write in the recent past as such. I have had no recent ‘epiphanies’ of sorts or revelations to figure out in the form of script. But my creative side feels to be dying when I slack on this for too long.

I’m a thinker and sometimes I don’t even realize how introverted I really am until someone mentions something related to this particular trait. For instance, the most simple and recent example I can think of was yesterday when my boyfriend tried to have a legitimate and important conversation with me, and I couldn’t even so much as respond like a normal person.  So what do I do? I write him a letter. And wouldn’t you know it, everything I felt seemed to flow out my fingertips like a steady stream of running water. I didn’t even have to think about it. I read over it and wondered why I couldn’t  have just said those things to him when he was trying to talk to me. I’m still wondering actually. It’s quite silly if nothing else, even to me which just makes even less sense I suppose. Guess I’m more complicated than I thought. But I really do try. Meaning I have such a strong desire to be understood, I will usually go to great lengths to explain myself if I feel like someone is confused on an issue in regards to me.  I wonder sometimes if it sounds defensive at all, these “explanations” of mine. Or if they sound sincere which is the intended effect seeing as they are. It’s a hard thing to explain to someone when you can’t even understand yourself sometimes. I’m not sure if this makes me oblivious or an extreme form on unselfish. The truth is I don’t really think about myself much. I have never really taken the time to look at these things I do, say, etc (or don’t do/say, etc) and ask myself what that says about me. Maybe it’s some kind of defense or shield I put up. Or maybe I just don’t care. But even I realize I probably should.  How am I supposed to get anywhere significant in this little world if I can’t even answer the most simple questions about myself?  I’m sort of secretly hoping everyone goes through this at some point. But that’s my problem I guess. The real thing I should be hoping for is that I can stop wondering these insignificant things long enough to figure out what it is I want.  But of course, this admittedly is not my strongest point.

I have decided to make the tiniest goal for myself in writing more often, if not every day. This helps. It’s like tapping into my own brain and seeing things I didn’t even know were there. A sort of ‘self exploration”.  In fact, when I started writing this, I didn’t think I’d even get 2 sentences down, and here I am smack dab in the middle of a third paragraph. That in itself feels like a bit of an accomplishment, however small. I figure it’s the little things that add up. And now onto life outside of blinking cursers and various fonts. I’ll be in touch.