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enthusiastickA whole lot has happened to me and to the country since I posted last. I don't want to talk extensively about the election because I'm sure you're all sick to death of hearing about it. I do have one thing to get off my chest, excerpted from a comment I left on Abby's blog.
I've had about a day to think about it now, and the conclusion I've come to was probably inevitable but still very meaningful to me:
I'm not going anywhere.
God help me I love this big crazy palooka of a country. I think our political system is the best one currently in operation. And ultimately I can't fault the heartland for choosing not to unseat a conservative President in wartime, even if I do believe the country's heart is not in the war. I don't think the re-election of President Bush is all that horrifying because I don't genuinely think he's a bad guy. Sure, I think his Vice President is pure evil. And the amount of ground the liberals have lost in the Congress scares me to death; the Republican party now has the opportunity to push a conservative social agenda that I hope and pray this country doesn't actually believe in.
But I have to believe that it won't happen. I can't help but believe in the dream that was America, that for all our idiosyncrasies and our faults we will pull through and continue to strive for something better. To put it prosaically: America fuck yeah!
In other news I found a temporary job. I start work this coming Monday. This is very good news, because my parents were just starting to whine about wanting me to work at Borders or Starbucks for the next couple of months. My uncle on my father's side works for a medical supply company called Zimmer, and he called me out of the blue and offered me a job working for their local affiliate Zimmer NE. I'll be driving a white Plymouth minivan all over the region delivering implants and kits and stuff to hospitals, full time at $12.50 an hour. I have to say I consider that significantly better than working at Starbucks, particularly given that they've offered to be very flexible about interviews and things. This should allow me to put away some money which I will later use to go home to Chicago, hooray.
And speaking of interviews and things... well, I've got nothing, really, but I remain hopeful. I'm currently hoping connections of my father's to Liberty Mutual and the Travellers will come through. I've also registered with a number of Chicago-area temp agencies, so maybe something will turn up there. And I've recently had a pair of opportunities passed my way, one by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spreadnparanoia and the other by my brother-in-law Wilson. Both bear further investigation. So even though I've got nothing to show for all my efforts, still, hope springs eternal.
My life here remains pretty crappy and depressing. It was nice to be home for a while, nice to visit with my family. But now I'm sick of it and I want to go home. I am also very lonely and bored; there's only so many hours a day I can spend searching for a job. I'm beginning to exhaust my local Blockbuster. I have, incidentally, started in on Band of Brothers and despite Horowitz's predictions I find it rather palatable. I still wish I could rent Firefly around here, tho'.
A couple of rays of sunshine are all that are keeping me from tearing out my hair and lapsing into constant screaming fights with my mother and being angry all the time. They includesyganzychick's Sunday D&D game, which was recently expanded to include Dave A. The two of them are also apparently free Thursday evenings; if I can just hunt up another local player I might give running Exalted a try. Sadly there will be no D&D this coming Sunday, but perhaps that's a good thing as I should probably cease upon the weekend when my parents will actually be in town to go away - maybe Boston for Jon S or Salomé or something. Starting Monday my parents go out of town for pretty much the whole week (leaving me in charge at the same time I start my new 8-hour-a-day job. Fun.)
And finally for those of you waiting with baited breath to hear about my car situation (and I don't imagine you actually exist but that doesn't stop me from addressing you) at the top of my current short list is a 1999 Subaru Outback with 74K miles on it which is being privately sold. I will let you know how that turns out.
I've had about a day to think about it now, and the conclusion I've come to was probably inevitable but still very meaningful to me:
I'm not going anywhere.
God help me I love this big crazy palooka of a country. I think our political system is the best one currently in operation. And ultimately I can't fault the heartland for choosing not to unseat a conservative President in wartime, even if I do believe the country's heart is not in the war. I don't think the re-election of President Bush is all that horrifying because I don't genuinely think he's a bad guy. Sure, I think his Vice President is pure evil. And the amount of ground the liberals have lost in the Congress scares me to death; the Republican party now has the opportunity to push a conservative social agenda that I hope and pray this country doesn't actually believe in.
But I have to believe that it won't happen. I can't help but believe in the dream that was America, that for all our idiosyncrasies and our faults we will pull through and continue to strive for something better. To put it prosaically: America fuck yeah!
In other news I found a temporary job. I start work this coming Monday. This is very good news, because my parents were just starting to whine about wanting me to work at Borders or Starbucks for the next couple of months. My uncle on my father's side works for a medical supply company called Zimmer, and he called me out of the blue and offered me a job working for their local affiliate Zimmer NE. I'll be driving a white Plymouth minivan all over the region delivering implants and kits and stuff to hospitals, full time at $12.50 an hour. I have to say I consider that significantly better than working at Starbucks, particularly given that they've offered to be very flexible about interviews and things. This should allow me to put away some money which I will later use to go home to Chicago, hooray.
And speaking of interviews and things... well, I've got nothing, really, but I remain hopeful. I'm currently hoping connections of my father's to Liberty Mutual and the Travellers will come through. I've also registered with a number of Chicago-area temp agencies, so maybe something will turn up there. And I've recently had a pair of opportunities passed my way, one by
spreadnparanoia and the other by my brother-in-law Wilson. Both bear further investigation. So even though I've got nothing to show for all my efforts, still, hope springs eternal.My life here remains pretty crappy and depressing. It was nice to be home for a while, nice to visit with my family. But now I'm sick of it and I want to go home. I am also very lonely and bored; there's only so many hours a day I can spend searching for a job. I'm beginning to exhaust my local Blockbuster. I have, incidentally, started in on Band of Brothers and despite Horowitz's predictions I find it rather palatable. I still wish I could rent Firefly around here, tho'.
A couple of rays of sunshine are all that are keeping me from tearing out my hair and lapsing into constant screaming fights with my mother and being angry all the time. They include
syganzychick's Sunday D&D game, which was recently expanded to include Dave A. The two of them are also apparently free Thursday evenings; if I can just hunt up another local player I might give running Exalted a try. Sadly there will be no D&D this coming Sunday, but perhaps that's a good thing as I should probably cease upon the weekend when my parents will actually be in town to go away - maybe Boston for Jon S or Salomé or something. Starting Monday my parents go out of town for pretty much the whole week (leaving me in charge at the same time I start my new 8-hour-a-day job. Fun.)And finally for those of you waiting with baited breath to hear about my car situation (and I don't imagine you actually exist but that doesn't stop me from addressing you) at the top of my current short list is a 1999 Subaru Outback with 74K miles on it which is being privately sold. I will let you know how that turns out.
