How to be a big kid
I landed an interview! Woot woot! First interview in the city! I got my (brand new) big kid business suit out, ironed everything with a miniature iron using a kitchen chair for a ironing board (only one big kid step at a time, people) and studied up on my youth development. I was ready to go. Showered, makeuped, hair done-ed and my phone rang… the interview has been rescheduled for next week on account of someone in their office being sick. Fuck.
So instead I sat in bed and watched The Bachelorette. That’s the big kid thing to do, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I am still super grateful that I have an interview. I just would have really liked it to be over with. Then I could have gone out, drank a beer, felt accomplished…instead I just feel lazy because I sat in bed watching trashy TV, willfully letting my brain rot inside my skull. Not exactly a welcome alternative for my day.
I knew this whole, moving-to-the-city-with-no-job thing was going to be difficult but so far its been pretty smooth sailing. I found a way to make some money (being a companion to an 87 year old British woman. I sit and read the NYTimes and watch old movies. She makes me tea and tells the same story 4 times in an hour. Its rough.) but I have a feeling that now will be when I start to feel the pressure. My friend who’s room I am staying in returns to the city this weekend so I am out of a place to call my own for the next couple weeks. Decisions about housing and leases have to be made in the next week. Shit’s gettin real.
I suppose that means its time to really show what I am made of. This is what I want. Only I can make that happen. So here I am, in the New York Public Library reading room, trying to work myself towards sending out more applications even though its the last thing I want to be doing today. That’s what a big kid would do, right?
And no beer for me until I apply for at least 5 new jobs. That’s the rule. Let’s see what kind of motivator that is. Will this take me hours or days?
