after much deliberation and frustration with either (a) the unemployment office or (b) the united states postal service (which employs my cousin, might i add. hello, chris)…i've decided…i want a job.

i seriously can't stand being unemployed any longer. it's boring. i read all the time, which is good. i sit on my ass trying to avoid watching tv. i waste away the hours waiting for someone to get off work so i can actually have human contact. i'm going mad, i tell you…mad! i forgot what being unemployed was like. i mean…what glamour did it hold for me? it means being broke, bored, and pretty much worthless. all the time.

this shit is for the birds. not at all how i thought it would be. i was looking forward to it, thinking "man…living like billy madison is gonna be frickin' great!" the only explanation is that i was under the control of total delusional fantasies. so what else is new?

so i started calling local advertising agencies, trying to see if anyone needs a graphic designer or otherwise generic "creative" person. i figure…go big, or don't go at all. and at least it gives me something to do all day long. job searching sure as hell beats watching oprah.