and you think i’m kidding

and you think i’m kidding

I know I have loosely joked about having to go home to Vermont and live with my parents before. This is becoming a quick reality as I start week 5 of busting my ass to find a job here in CA and nothing working yet. (Perhaps a sign that I should’ve followed my initial instinct and heart to NYC?) I’ve been trying to get my parents divorced for years, I DESPISE cold weather and piles of snow and they live in a town that everything closes at 6pm. (Can you say one flashing stop light and a country store? A regular metropolis.) Clearly not the ideal situation for a single 32 year old like me who wants to bust ass to move back to that for the first time since I was 17.

I totally suck at waiting for people to call and offer me work after I have applied and interviewed. I just move fast. It’s in my nature. I suck so badly at not working 60 hours a week or driving 800 miles a day it’s absurd. This is the way I was born and I just can’t help it.

This week should be interesting to see what potentially pans out here. If a comet doesn’t drop out of the sky soon with 3 jobs or a bunch of cash, it looks like the BLR mobile will be heading east to stay with the folks until I can make enough money selling my soul to the devil so I can move to New York City.

Stay tuned. If the shackin’ up with the folks thing happens, I will officially rename this blog How Many Days. (As in how many days will it take for me to jump off a cliff.)

Don’t worry, I’m not suicidal. Just trying to be funny and entertain myself so I don’t become suicidal while I apply and interview for 96,000 more jobs to places that need help but never call back.