Scratch that.
I’ve returned from the dead, or something resembling it, though I’m not quite sure that all my parts and pieces got the notice. I haven’t written in what seems like ages. I can’t pinpoint the exact cause, but I’m more than mildly convinced that it has something to do with severe mental atrophy and my more recent refusal of actions even remotely considered productive. Regardless, here I am with a renewed urgency to write and a desire to reconnect with my fellow human-like friendly-types after achieving an A+ in the school of anti-social behavior.
I deleted all of my prior entries, something in the vein of starting fresh, but more a cathartic purging of all written ramblings with no regards to capitalization. I curse IRC for that, though the experience did hone my typing skills. Did you know that there is no current LJ function to delete all of your entries in one swift and efficient manner? You have to manually remove each one. True story. So I waded through four years of nonsense and finally achieved a clean slate. And a cramp in my arm. I suppose nothing is free. It was an interesting activity nonetheless, reading and almost remembering the last four years, friends and lovers and beer filled nights. Perhaps it is my recent relocation and the drudgery of starting over, but I seemed a lot more interesting back then. Or perhaps I just had more to say.
Speaking of relocation, I am exercising all powers of self control to avoid jumping to any conclusion about this gloomy, doomy, corner of the world. I am inclined to say that I simply do not like it here, not one little bit. But then, I try to remind myself that while it may only take a week or so before I stop cursing my hairdresser and accept my new cut and color with enthusiasm, perhaps this change will take a bit longer to get accustomed to. It’s been exhausting, though. I miss the comforts of home, my friends, my brother, my bars, my parking lots, and various other fineries. All in good time, I suppose. But this place is strange and unsettling and quite pretentiously unfriendly.
I had a phone interview today with an interesting internet company, an online forum for car enthusiasts, for a campaign specialist position. I’m not quite sure I know exactly what that is, but if I learned nothing else from high school, I did pick up the fine art of bullshit, and when called upon, I can pull damn near anything out of my ass. So I think it went well. Anything, but anything, to get out of the insurance industry. It was an odd conversation though. The lady with no name formally asked me pre-formed questions and after I called upon my skills of verbal wizardry, I sat (im)patiently as I listened to her typing out my answers. Can you leave that “um” out for me hon? Thanks. I’m supposed to hear back within 24 to 48 hours as to whether my sparkling wit encouraged the would-be hiring staff to invite me on for a face to face. In the meantime, I’m finessing my resume on Monster. Is it inappropriate to advise the entire insurance and sales industry to bugger off in my “Objective” header?
In other news, my cat has found that the scanner is an appropriate bed for him and as such it will not be used at any time without his express permission. I have learned how to curl, tease, and pomade my hair in true swing style for lack of anything better to do with my time. I am imbibing far more coffee than any one humans system should have to endure and loving every minute of it. And finally, I wish that some kind soul would venture out here to share a beer and a movie and keep me company in my insomnia. I hear flights from Tampa to Seattle are at an all time low.
