It's been almost three weeks since I got that un-fateful call, that told me my services for the store, the store I had changed my entire life for, were no longer needed. And since that time, I've been searching relentlessly for a job. I'm not ready to move back to Tucson. I know, the easiest and probably most obvious answer, would be to call my parents and let them know that I have been fired and that I don't have the slightest idea of what I'm doing.
But a part of me doesn't want to.
Part of me, wants to hold out and wait for as long as I can. To see how far I can go, all on my own. You know, before I have to call mommy and daddy.
I want to take care of myself. I want to be able to live on my own. To make my own rules. To live my own life.
But it's been hard when no one responds to your applications or your resume. You start to lose faith. You start to lose hope. You start to wonder if you are indeed doing the right thing or if you're just being foolish and stubborn. And with the one month of being unemployed in a city far away from home fast approaching, that's what I've been wondering.
Should I give myself a deadline? Something along the lines of, if I can't find a job by a certain time, I should give up? I mean, it wouldn't be fair to my roommate Gwen if I just stuck around the apartment, rent free. Already, she's spent quite a lot this month. Her truck needed an overhaul, she cracked a tooth in half from eating day-old popcorn and found out she has two cavities and needs a filling. Her idiot-dog chewed her entire comforter and bed sheets to shreds and if that wasn't bad enough, the idiot-dog ate something out of the trash and threw up all over the living room, which got real deep into the carpet.
So as Gwen continues to live her lavish lifestyle, I find myself in a situation only Zack and Miri could understand. But I could never bring myself to do a porno. Of course, easier said then done, right? I was thinking this to myself as I walked the streets of downtown to fill out an application for a front desk position at the Hyatt Hotel. And right there, on the corner of Van Buren St. and Ogden Ave. at the bus stop, was a quote imprinted at the top of the awning:
But a part of me doesn't want to.
Part of me, wants to hold out and wait for as long as I can. To see how far I can go, all on my own. You know, before I have to call mommy and daddy.
I want to take care of myself. I want to be able to live on my own. To make my own rules. To live my own life.
But it's been hard when no one responds to your applications or your resume. You start to lose faith. You start to lose hope. You start to wonder if you are indeed doing the right thing or if you're just being foolish and stubborn. And with the one month of being unemployed in a city far away from home fast approaching, that's what I've been wondering.
Should I give myself a deadline? Something along the lines of, if I can't find a job by a certain time, I should give up? I mean, it wouldn't be fair to my roommate Gwen if I just stuck around the apartment, rent free. Already, she's spent quite a lot this month. Her truck needed an overhaul, she cracked a tooth in half from eating day-old popcorn and found out she has two cavities and needs a filling. Her idiot-dog chewed her entire comforter and bed sheets to shreds and if that wasn't bad enough, the idiot-dog ate something out of the trash and threw up all over the living room, which got real deep into the carpet.
So as Gwen continues to live her lavish lifestyle, I find myself in a situation only Zack and Miri could understand. But I could never bring myself to do a porno. Of course, easier said then done, right? I was thinking this to myself as I walked the streets of downtown to fill out an application for a front desk position at the Hyatt Hotel. And right there, on the corner of Van Buren St. and Ogden Ave. at the bus stop, was a quote imprinted at the top of the awning:
"Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn."It was just the kind of a sign, only fate could have put before me. And it was just the kind of hope I needed. Wish me luck...
--Harriet Beecher Stowe
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