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Nov. 17th, 2001 01:03 amMy co-workers are afraid they have mono. It is worse for older people, which is something I definitely did not know. Hell, I thought I got, it goes away in six weeks, no one catches it unless we sip from the same glass or something. I had mono, I have no idea I still have it, the doctor thinks if I take the antibotics (for ear infection and upper respiratory problems), it will cease to be a problem. I worry I am relapsing.
The prospect of being out of work for a week to get better (or cease coughing) has got me thinking. I often am caught between trading off doing what I want for work for some stability so I can do what I want vs. what I am doing for work stinks and I am more demoralized about finding a job I like with each bad job I take. Mind you--the work itself is not bad, just not there. My office manager lets me do little task--and the president takes his own damn time looking it over, responding to plans, approving project ideas. I am not working at an ISP--I am answering calls for a one-man consulting firm. This is insane--but I am not sure how I will make through the holiday season. How will I get a honest-to-god business outfit? Why am I so reluctant to go clothes shopping? Why haven't I got new pants yet?
Just so no one worries, I do send out resumes, I have a list of more companies to apply to, I am going to start using Monster and Boston Globe for applications, a bank called me Wednesday, but haven't explained what the heck is going on. Lightbridge is hiring, but their training session has been postponed to the 27th. Either they call, or I call. Perhaps I should just go for a goddamn sleep study. I want sleep, but I am too sad to get some.
I am too tired and sick to go to the concert I wanted to tonight, even though I went for sushi and karaoke last night. Why? I missed singing and I haven't seen people in the Linguistics Club in a while. Unfortunately, my voice stunk. I could hear congestion in my voice, so strained, too soft. Months of voice lessons for what?
The prospect of being out of work for a week to get better (or cease coughing) has got me thinking. I often am caught between trading off doing what I want for work for some stability so I can do what I want vs. what I am doing for work stinks and I am more demoralized about finding a job I like with each bad job I take. Mind you--the work itself is not bad, just not there. My office manager lets me do little task--and the president takes his own damn time looking it over, responding to plans, approving project ideas. I am not working at an ISP--I am answering calls for a one-man consulting firm. This is insane--but I am not sure how I will make through the holiday season. How will I get a honest-to-god business outfit? Why am I so reluctant to go clothes shopping? Why haven't I got new pants yet?
Just so no one worries, I do send out resumes, I have a list of more companies to apply to, I am going to start using Monster and Boston Globe for applications, a bank called me Wednesday, but haven't explained what the heck is going on. Lightbridge is hiring, but their training session has been postponed to the 27th. Either they call, or I call. Perhaps I should just go for a goddamn sleep study. I want sleep, but I am too sad to get some.
I am too tired and sick to go to the concert I wanted to tonight, even though I went for sushi and karaoke last night. Why? I missed singing and I haven't seen people in the Linguistics Club in a while. Unfortunately, my voice stunk. I could hear congestion in my voice, so strained, too soft. Months of voice lessons for what?
