LOTS OF BEANS & QUESIDILLAS...
...so, been trying to get by with the cheapest means of living as of lately. Thanks to a few of my friends here & there...figured next week I'll settle with the entry level job for now, just so I's can be making some bucks, hate the idea of sitting on my bum-bum and collecting unemployment whilst looking for that "perfect job."
Worst mistake I made last week was telling my mother of the situation "at-hand" cause she gets all crazy and tries to give me her "expert advice" on what I need to do. Crazy shit like: I should lie about the years of given experience I have on my resume (back-ground check...thank-you...) or, maybe I should volunteer myself for free in the chosen field. Ha! I did volunteer work as a columnist and editor for merely a year and a half with a lot of professors and fellow colleagues patting me on the back...what little good has that done. Still drinking Keystone Light, and back to RYI cigarettes. But, my mother sees only this: a son with a few degrees down his belt that should be making the big bucks...
...and it just makes me more nervous hearing about it, while I see people like my brother making more bucks than me: twenty-eight bucks per freaking hour, and he only has a 2-year business degree!!!
...FEAR & ANXIETY??? Yeah...I kicked those anxiety meds some years back while I found that alcohol has the same effect and is cheaper (if you purchase Keystone Light--*not meant as product placement).
THESE DAYS...learning to live off twenty-five bucks a week on groceries again...lots of beans and fried up quesidillas (smothered in a wide portion of tabasco sauce and sour cream)...feel just like a college student again, eating cheap, purchasing the rot-gut beer & smoking lots of cigarettes...the sad thing is, I have a f***ing degree...
...so, been trying to get by with the cheapest means of living as of lately. Thanks to a few of my friends here & there...figured next week I'll settle with the entry level job for now, just so I's can be making some bucks, hate the idea of sitting on my bum-bum and collecting unemployment whilst looking for that "perfect job."
Worst mistake I made last week was telling my mother of the situation "at-hand" cause she gets all crazy and tries to give me her "expert advice" on what I need to do. Crazy shit like: I should lie about the years of given experience I have on my resume (back-ground check...thank-you...) or, maybe I should volunteer myself for free in the chosen field. Ha! I did volunteer work as a columnist and editor for merely a year and a half with a lot of professors and fellow colleagues patting me on the back...what little good has that done. Still drinking Keystone Light, and back to RYI cigarettes. But, my mother sees only this: a son with a few degrees down his belt that should be making the big bucks...
...and it just makes me more nervous hearing about it, while I see people like my brother making more bucks than me: twenty-eight bucks per freaking hour, and he only has a 2-year business degree!!!
...FEAR & ANXIETY??? Yeah...I kicked those anxiety meds some years back while I found that alcohol has the same effect and is cheaper (if you purchase Keystone Light--*not meant as product placement).
THESE DAYS...learning to live off twenty-five bucks a week on groceries again...lots of beans and fried up quesidillas (smothered in a wide portion of tabasco sauce and sour cream)...feel just like a college student again, eating cheap, purchasing the rot-gut beer & smoking lots of cigarettes...the sad thing is, I have a f***ing degree...