Sorry, the last few posts I started, and never finished, veered in to emotional exhibitionism pretty quickly. I'll try and get something together for this week, even if it's just a comic post.
-James
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I miss my transit pass.
There was a time *cough*4monthsago*cough* I could just hop on the streetcar, ride it to a neighbourhood I could safely walk around in after 11 o'clock, and wander around until I stumbled across something that stoked the burner when I was having trouble stringing words together.
Sometimes it was a scrap of a conversation I over heard, others it was just being out in the night air so that metaphorical lightning could strike, once, it was A Band playing a show out of the back of a truck on the street.
I'm pretty sure I've avoided bitching about my situation at work here on the blog, not so much on twitter, but basically my hours were given to someone with seniority and next to no qualification to do the actual job. With my substantially reduced hours it just wasn't cost effective to keep buying the monthly pass. Hopefully that will change if I can pick up a second job, but my midweek nightshift makes sure that when I go out to hand out resumes I come across as fried out on some manner of hard drugs(a friend who had no idea what was happening with my schedule asked what I was on so they could avoid it.).
This here, it's just a quick bitch to clear my head, but words were coming out and I just had to get them down. It's a rare gift for me these days, feeling like I can think.
-James
Sometimes it was a scrap of a conversation I over heard, others it was just being out in the night air so that metaphorical lightning could strike, once, it was A Band playing a show out of the back of a truck on the street.
I'm pretty sure I've avoided bitching about my situation at work here on the blog, not so much on twitter, but basically my hours were given to someone with seniority and next to no qualification to do the actual job. With my substantially reduced hours it just wasn't cost effective to keep buying the monthly pass. Hopefully that will change if I can pick up a second job, but my midweek nightshift makes sure that when I go out to hand out resumes I come across as fried out on some manner of hard drugs(a friend who had no idea what was happening with my schedule asked what I was on so they could avoid it.).
This here, it's just a quick bitch to clear my head, but words were coming out and I just had to get them down. It's a rare gift for me these days, feeling like I can think.
-James
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