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Days before…the rest of my life

First real post, here goes…

With important things going in the coming days such as Royal Weddings, Michael Scott leaving Scranton, NFL Drafts and possibly the most EPIC movie of all time being released on Friday. I am speaking of the Toretto and O’Conner’s return to driving speeding cars in FAST FIVE! How does someone prepare for job interviews with so many distractions!?! I mean its FIVES TIMES AS FASTER AND HOTTER THAN BEFORE! 

I have one of three interviews, tomorrow morning. I am quite mentally prepared but I am sure that my butterflies will try to sabotage me some how. I mean, I didn’t know butterflies could be evil, they always look so innocent and majestic. Although I do have memories of one of my childhood friends James catching butterflies and torturing them. I should of told on him, instead butterflies are out to get me for revenge plus I am now and forever an accompliceto butterfly homicide for the rest of my life.

There are many problems with not having a job, other than the main reasons of the needing to feed, clothe and shelter oneself. For me not having a job creates a lesser version of myself. The lesser version of myself is like giving a child a build a bear with stuffing only filled in its legs. Can you imagine the horror for the child? That child would probably be scarred for life of stuffed animals and will only play with apple products for the rest its life. Going back to being a lesser version of myself, Last night I was in a large social setting and I felt like there is nothing of interest to talk about in my life, nothing for me to share because I am unemployed. Somehow I still was able to put on a smile and joke around but inside it was kind of killing me.

One of my mentors/friends Russell, asked me what am I going to do once I have a job? I mean conventional wisdom would advise me to say “I’M GOING TO DISNEYWORLD” but I am quite afraid of those life sized mascots and with all those southern tornadoes going on that would be an ill advised decision.  The answer is I truly don’t have any thoughts of what to do after I get the job. I always thought getting the job is the dream, and having that is happiness. In 6 months when I am gainfully employed I’m sure my opinion of “the dream” will change. But for now, I want this job to be smiling all the time and just be an overall more enjoyable person. Even if I hate the job after 3 months, I know that I have a consistent paycheck that will help me contribute to buying more than just canned soup and microwavable burritos for lunch and dinner. Plus I need that money for the many burger and cupcake crawls I have to do before I EVER, decide to leave this city. MMMMM burgers and cupcakes…