Thursday, December 25, 2008

As Far As Christmases Go, This One Has Not Been Spectacular

Today I got home at about 10 AM. A friend of mine had me over last night for Christmas Eve dinner, seeing as how he is also alone in the city for the holiday.

His original plan was that we would eat Hungry Man dinners, and then shoot ourselves in the head, but in the end, we settled for the traditional Christmas lasagna, far to much booze, and the newest Tracey Ullman DVD (State of the Union), which was, by the way, fricken hilarious (my favourite character was Padma the pharmacist).

I had a great time, and can I just say let's hear it for alcohol? I mean, it's like this magical feel-good potion that had me laughing and singing and feeling good. Man, I wish I could drink all the time.

Anyways, I bused (bussed?) home this morning, fed the cats, and lied in bed all day. Can't look for work, can't go out, should do laundry but don't feel like it. I've been having a lot of bad dreams about my former workplace lately. Even now I am still slightly hung over and my neck still hurts.

I am usually filled with optimism at the end of the year, as uncharacteristic as that may be. This time, though, just trepidation. I just want to get back to the road.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

This is why I can't have nice things...

Because I'm unemployed, that is.

There's nothing like being jobless to make everyone you know suddenly know much better than you.

I'm so far behind in everything I'm doing...

Monday, December 1, 2008

Oh, and one more thing...

The cats are craaaazy about the lazer.

The Story So Far...

Still no job, still single, still everything (which includes the other kinds of "still", i.e. still healthy, still have a roof over my head, still extremely well-fed, etc.).

I had a second-level job interview today...for a video game company! Like my first interview, however, I found out very little about the position, salary, if there were any other employees who spoke English or would I be the first, benefits, etc.. The good news is, if I do get the job I won't start until January, which means I can go home for Christmas.

The bad news is that they will let me know if I got it or not...in 3 weeks.

This puts me in a bit of a quandary. Should I wait until I find out, then HOPE to find a flight home? Should I just not risk it? Obviously, I'll keep looking for work while I wait, but what to do about the holiday?

A tiny voice in my head says: "What! Go! Fly home for the holidays! You haven't been since Easter! Just charge it! You're not going to be unemployed for long!"

A slightly louder voice says: "You won't get this job, or the next, or the next. You will end up at another crap job that does an even worse job at paying the bills than your previous job. You can't afford it, or the new computer you want, either. Heh heh heh. Just saying."

They are both drowned out by a very loud male and female voice, shouting "you buy that ticket and ve'll kill you. You vill not have a very good time if we kill you" in comically exaggerated Russian accents.

My sister advised me to go anyway, but she does not always advise what's best for me.

Have I mentioned, by the way, how many fricken people I have been running into? A couple of weeks ago I saw a guy at a party who was in my class in high school. HIGH SCHOOL, for Pete's sake. The following week I saw this girl who I acted in a couple of plays in with...six years ago.

I think I need to go back to Japan...

Update Coming Soon

Or now, I guess. Dammit, feeling sorry for yourself is a full-time JOB, people. Those entire series of old shows I sort of liked aren't going to re-watch themselves, you know.