God… am I depressed!

Alright, I quit my job. I’m a free man! Free to do whatever I want. Free to chase my dreams. Free to stay up late any night I want. Free to run wild…. Blah blah blah.

But I have no idea what I want to do.

I keep looking through the classifieds and all I see are jobs that:

A) I’m extremely unqualified for that pay amazingly well – tempting, the money’s good

B) Jobs I’m moderately qualified for that I have no interest in actually doing

C) Jobs I am qualified for that closely resemble the job I’ve left and/or would become just like the job I’ve left

At least I have unemployment, right? My roommate Kelly (have I mentioned him before? Of course I have, he's the one on my ass!) says I can come work with him, but I’m not sure I’d like his line of work either (long story for another time). I don’t think I’ve left my room in three days. It’s hard to tell because the shades and drawn and I knocked over my alarm clock when I went “into hibernation” and never bothered to plug it back in.

Okay… the whining is done. I’m going to try to pull it together. Thanks for bearing with me. I hope I have some good news to share soon.

*Fingers and toes crosses*

Women in Los Angeles...

So, the other night I had my first date in Los Angeles. Finally I said, someone I can go out with that's not my roommate. Sorry Kelly. I met her around the corner from my house. She had come up to me and started talking. I didn't know what to do. I thought I was being punked. By who, I don't know cause I only know a few people out here. Anyways, I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. She said ok, so we went to the McDonald's around the corner from my house.

So, we went up and ordered food. I bought of course, that's how my mama taught me. We sat had a great time. She has dark hair, dark eyes and looks a little like a young Marilyn Monroe. She also smelled good. We talked about almost everything. I mean, stuff that I was allowed to talked with her about. For some reason, she wouldn't answer some things. But that didn't matter. I was having a good time. So as we finished our meal, I got the happy meal btw. Yeah, I know but it reminds me of my 10th birthday when my mom got me a huge b-day party at Micky D's.

So, back to the story. As we walked out of there, she quickly grabbed my hand. L.A. women are aggressive, I thought. Nothing like Kansas women. But, nonetheless I was on my first official Los Angeles DATE!!!! She asked me where I live and asked if we could go there. I was like, I just met you. I usually don't like to invite people to my place on first dates. Just in case, you know.

Then, she looked kinda impatient. So, she asked me to follow her into the bathroom in the McDonald's. I asked her why. She told me just do it. I agreed. I thought maybe she was scared or something. I don't live in the best areas right now, so I understand. So we went to the bathroom and she quickly tried to undress me. I mean she tried to un-zip my pants and all. I wouldn't let her. I mean, there a thing in my town about being a virgin and all. I'm waiting for the right person and I don't even know who this lady is.

So, when I stopped her, she wanted me to do weird stuff. I said, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF THAT IS!" Then she got really mad and slapped me. After that, she asked me for money. I told her that all the money I had I bought us dinner. She got so mad. She stormed out of the bathroom making a scene and yelled out some disturbing things.

What is wrong with ladies in L.A. I don't get. Is it me? Am I not understanding what a girl needs here in Los Angeles. Can anyone help me understand?

My DVD Player SUX!

Not having a job sucks. I mean all i do now is watch TV and play my dvd's. One of my fave's is Caddy Shack. You know, the golf flick with Chevy Chase. I love that film. I must of watched that film over 200 times. Or, I'll be sitting here at (what time is it? 12:45am) watching Craig Ferguson. He's a funny Scotsman. I like him. I wish I had his job. I want to be doing what he's doing. I mean, its so fun. All you do is talk and interview people and talk some more and....Um, not sure what else, but you get the point.

Anyways, I think my dvd player is burnt out. Its not really playing. Maybe I got to clean it or something. Maybe a new one? I wonder where Kelly's credit card is.

Ahhhh, I'm getting sleepy. Am I making any sense right now? Not sure. I need some help. I mean, I don't drink, don't do drugs, I don't even like coffee. What am I doing here? I know, I'm being random, but I think its just one of those days, I've got male PMS or something.

Ok, going to bed now. Sleepy. Snooooore......

Doing it, doing it, done!

Hey guys,

So I’ve been talking a little about how I get in trouble with my boss.  I feel I’m in the right most of the time...you know what, I’m right most of the time.  Sure I get in trouble, but it’s not because I’m a bad person, I’m just not as sneaky as some of my other co-workers.  Don’t get me wrong, I love those guys, but it seems like if anyone’s bending the rules a little bit, it’s going to be me that gets caught.  Anyway, a little venting, I should be good now.

I think the reason I’m kind of upset is I’m pumping myself up to leave catering.  I’ve been at it for a while(2 months), more than a while actually(2 months is a long time), and it just doesn’t do anything for me.  One of my friends got me the job and we had a great time for about a month (then he quit, what a bastard) but it’s never been anything but something to make money.

The problem is: I don’t know what I want to do. 

So why not stay with catering for now.  I’m just afraid that I’m just going to keep saying that and it’s going to be ten years down the road and I’ll say “Where the hell did my life go?”

Alright, so I’m not really afraid of that… the chances of me working another four months without the manager and I having a gigantic fight is slim.  Oh yeah, I’m ready to throw down every once is a while… I took Junior Boxing classes at the Y.  I just don’t want to do this any more.  Alright, I’m going to quit.  You talked my into it.  Come Thursday morning I’ll be a free man.

Wish me luck, guys.  Kelly's gonna kill me.  

I'm getting close people. I think I will make a final decision. This week. Who's coming with me?