Working out some issues…

I have to apologize up front.  This is not going to be a typical geeky, fun rant.  Instead this is going to be a bit more of a release for me.

As some people reading this may or may not know, I’m currently a temp in an office doing data processing, and my position is being replaced by an existing full time employee.  To make matters worse, I do not know exactly when my services will no longer be required.  I have been told that full time positions will be opening up at some point in the future, but again, I have no concrete date when things will be open for me to apply.

It’s more than a little frustrating.

I’ve been doing some job hunting and applying, but it’s really depressing.  There are only a few things I hate more (those would be in no particular order: DMV, Post Office, Wet Socks, and Clothes Shopping.)

Jenn and I have also been trying to think of ways of creating our own path.  We’ve always wanted to be our own bosses and we are still trying to do so.  Jenn has her artwork (shameless plug) JennDePaola.com and I’m working on my writing.  However, neither of these are ready to be a true replacement for a day job.  Jenn is a lot closer to that goal than me.

It becomes this depressing cycle for me.  I get too depressed or bummed out to really get my mind clear enough to work on my creativity and I don’t want to look at job applications either.  So another day goes by and I’m no closer to my goal.

What is the point of all this?  Why am I choosing to air all my dirty laundry in public?  If I put my thoughts and hopes out into the world, I’m hoping that I can purge out some of this bottled up crazy and restore some of my sanity.

It’s been said that if you want to be a writer, then you should be a writer.  How would a writer solve his problems and deal with his emotional stress?  By writing, putting the ideas down on (digital) paper I can purge them out of my brain, process them and find a way to use it to better myself.

In writing this, I do feel better, and maybe, just maybe a little closer to actual sanity.  I thank you, my Dear Reader, for reading this far and helping me to clear my head.

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