You start to get a pretty good idea of who your friends are once you’re out of school, penniless, and unemployed. I have it incredibly easy right now, and even still there are times of frustration, anxiety, and complete self-loathing.
During this awkward transitional period I’ve had someone good enough to let me move in to his place and spot me for all kinds of luxuries that I can’t afford right now. I have an even more gracious benefactor who’s given his blessing for me to be here while he is working in Iraq and paying for the roof over my head (Thanks, B-wall.)
I’ve had people who hit me up to go get some beers completely aware of the fact that I can’t pay for any. I’ve had people who have set me up with potential jobs, and people who have inspired me to get the fuck over my crybaby shit and do something. And my family, don’t get me started on how much I owe them right now. It makes my head spin. I swear I’m going to move that bed out of your apartment soon, Mitch.
Being unemployed is basically about as easy as everyone else makes it for you. It feels like an every day struggle to overcome the fact that you’re technically homeless, until you remember how incredibly lucky you are that people still like you for some reason.
I went and dropped off a job application today. It’s nothing fancy, and for the purposes of this journal I’ll still technically consider myself unemployed until I can afford new shoes and a haircut.
And now, a fleeting glimpse into how I spent 76th morning of unemployment.
Also! As of 12:30 p.m. today, my final college credit was officially submitted to the University of Oregon registrar.
