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Awkward is . . .

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Yes, the thought of knowing that Pedobear might be watching you pee is a little awkward (btw, this was taken on the wall in front of a men’s urinal at the Borders in Marietta, Georgia).

But that’s not what my awkward moment of the day is.

Awkward is, getting a call from the agency, and telling me that the company where I met the girl, is calling, and is in need of designers.  And seeing as how I can’t seem to get myself a real job, and the work well has been a drier than a 70-year old nun’s twat, I’ve little choice but to accept, since it is 3-4 weeks of guaranteed work.

I know that I probably won’t ever hear from her, or see her again.

Welp, I was wrong.

Honestly, I don’t really know what to expect.  Actually, on second thought, I do – probably a bit of coldness, forced ignorance, lots of ear buds, and of course, awkwardness.  Going to be an interesting next few days . . .

Never been so insulted in my life

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Because I wear fingerless gloves, or “hobo” gloves when it’s cold outside, this guy at the place I’m currently freelancing at asked me if I rode a bicycle into work. Apparently, nothing says bicycle messenger douchebag like hobo gloves do or something, but here I am in business casual dress and not like some gay nuthuggers and thrift store garbage, and this asshole thinks I rode a bicycle into work. I don’t even own a fucking bicycle anymore.

False truths

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Fact: 5000% of potential companies looking for graphic designers are located in Norcross, Lawrenceville, Duluth, or Alpharetta.  They all list their offices as “Atlanta.”

Truth:  0% of these are remotely even close to the City of Atlanta.  Technically, I don’t even live in the City of Atlanta, but as sure as shitting out of my asshole, I’m a lot fucking closer to Atlanta than any of those regions 25+ miles outside of the city.

But it’s not their fault.  It’s mine.  I chose to live in this part of town where robberies occur more frequently than others, none of my local friends live anywhere near, and I’m completely on the polar opposite side of the city from where I could probably already have a job by now.  And nothing can be done about it, because regardless of what the news and media is boasting about an improving economy, homeowners like myself can’t possibly even fathom wanting to sell property, and even have a prayer at breaking even.

A Bad Direction

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Lately, I’ve been struggling getting up in the morning to run. A combination of not regularly working, but mostly the fact that at 7:00 am, it’s as pitch black as Wesley Snipes outside, and I can’t really fathom running in it. So, I’ve been skipping my morning jogs far too frequently, which obviously, is not a good thing.

Worse, I’m posting such thoughts from a Five Guys. I’m going to become a (worse) jealous fatty again at this rate.

I’ve been a bad brogger

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I’ve been well aware throughout the last fifteen days that I hadn’t updated the brog in a while.  And as much as I felt the obligation to myself to keep up the practice of writing, I just didn’t feel like it.  But in all fairness, I haven’t really felt like doing a whole lot of much throughout the last few weeks.  To be perfectly honest, I didn’t much feel like doing much writing now, but enough has more or less been enough, and I figure it would be good to put some words down on the e-paper to hopefully clear my head a little bit.

As has been the general mood of self these last few months or so, things have not been going too particularly well in my life, as well as the lives of those around me.  I’ve hit a little bit of a rough patch, and am still kind of riding it right now.  Just the other day, I went to the bank and deposited a small cache of cash that I had stashed away, designated as “birthday money only to be spent on something superficial and gratifying and not bills” . . . because my bank account was precariously low, and without the deposit, I run the risk of not being able to pay my bills.  The disaster was temporarily averted, but it doesn’t really change the fact that I’m occasionally feeling the overwhelming feeling of drowning from time to time, compounded by emotions of the uncertainty of freelance working, and the phone not ringing with potential full-time work.

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Depression as result of unemployment, take #39

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Earlier today, I returned home from the Braves’ afternoon game that I was able to attend because I’m not working, irritated that despite the stellar record the Braves have at home, they still managed to put up a stinker and lose to a poor Nationals team that made me wish I hadn’t come out to the park to witness.  Compounded with the fact that I was irritated with the spontaneous traffic jam that occurred on my way home, the sheer lack of a conveniently located Chic-Fil-A to satiate the irritating hunger that descended upon me that caused an irritating headache, mostly stemming from zero caffeine prior to.

I returned home from trivia after yet another disappointing 4th place finish, irritated that no matter how well we think we’re doing, we’re just not quite good enough.  As I was driving home, I thought to myself that I should probably get to bed as soon as possible, so I could wake up early for my morning jog.  But what after that?  I’m not working, so essentially, there’s absolutely little motive for me to sleep at a normal time, to wake up early.  On top of that, I’ve had about four Diet Cokes in the last eight hours, and now I’m a little caffeinated; but at least the headache is gone.

I need to get myself some real fucking work.

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