August 9th, 2006

wrong side

Right now I’m what you would call… unemployed. And let me tell you, it is SO boring. (I don’t care what you say Andy, you’d be bored—trust me.)

I’ve been doing contract work here and there and finishing up the summer project from hell, but when it all comes down to it, not having a job to go to every day is weird… and boring. I can go to the beach when I want, sleep in as long as I want, stay out as long as I want and drink as much as I want.

The freedom is KILLING ME!

My dad has decided to help ::cough:: and I use that term very loosely.

He called the other day and left me two messages, the second more urgent, excitedly telling me that he’s found my dream job.

I called him back to see what it was, thinking, perhaps, it could be something really awesome… maybe he met someone who knew someone who had something. You know?

No.

He (and he was still VERY excited) quickly told me about a friend who’s wife just fell and broke her hip and they needed a helper IMMEDIATELY and oh, did I mention you’d have your own place above their garage and he’s a millionaire so it’d be a mansion’s garage and all you’d really have to do is dishes and help her get around. And oh look, it’s about 10 miles from their home (um, 3500 miles from where I am NOW) and even though it wasn’t perfect I could do it as an interval job while I looked for something I really wanted.

Dead silence on my end.

“Dad.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t it sound great? It’d only be an interval thing until you found something you really wanted.”

“Dad. I live on the EAST COAST. That’s the opposite side.”

“Mmhmm. You could put your stuff in storage or bring it back here with you.”

“Dad I don’t WANT to move back there. I want a job here. And if I’m going to get an interval job, wouldn’t I do that somewhere near where I am NOW.. you know, close to where I want to be, perhaps?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, and Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Seriously, you think that’s my dream job?”

“Well you’d get a lot of free time and you could probably learn to invest from such and such…”

Oh. my. GOD.

Yeah.

Good times.