29 and we've already hit a cross road. On closer inspection it's not even a new crossroads. I've been at this junction before, me thinks. It's been many weeks since I was last 'employed'. At first I found it refreshing and new. I was going to devote many hours to my aspiring novel, start a vegetable garden, excercise more. I sound like a retiree at this rate. Now I would settle in for a cup of coffee at 7.00 am and a hectic (I.T.) job, but part time hours please...
I applied for a job as a meteorologist last week, apparently though I needed a 'science degree', or something. In any event, now it's all on my shoulders. Do I start up that small "work from home" optical business I've always threatened of doing? Perhaps canvas every store within a 5 kilometre radius (I don't know what that is in miles, I do apologise) on bended knee, emphatically begging for a job, any job (bar fast food service)! It's an entirely quaint notion and it offers a sense of determination and a measure of self worth certainly! But whilst I can rise at any hour presently, pay little to no rent and watch 3 NBA games a week let's not rush and get too carried away shall we? After all, I am a budding novelist!
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