So, I'm still unemployed. I probably should have never quit my job. Being miserable, but having money is much better than being broke and anxious.
I'm going to my 3rd employment agency on Monday. Frankly, I don't trust these people. The 1st one did nothing for me and I haven't heard anything from the 2nd. I'm picky and I don't think they can do anything for me.
Besides the money, I really have no desire to work. I do not want to go outside. The longer I stay in, the harder it is to go out. Right now I'm going to this volunteer thing I signed up for. It's every Wednesday night for three hours doing admin stuff. It's slightly torturous because it forces me outside and amongst people. I'm hoping having this one thing to do will make it easier when I find work and have to go back to spending 8 hours in an office with other people.
I managed to make small talk with one of the other two girls that does admin stuff with me. We discussed the quarter-life crises. She has been having one for two days. I told her I'd been having one for about 2 years. Leaving is always awkward. Most of them go out for drinks aftwerwards so they're all gathered around and I don't even know most of them. I don't know whether to leave quietly or try to say goodbye. Maybe it'll get easier. I dunno. I'm hoping I win the lottery someday soon so I can continue to live the life of a city hermit.
My brother's starting culinary school in the spring. I went with him this morning to cosign for his loan, which is why I was awake at 7am after having gone to bed only two hours before(he's indebted to me for the rest of his life). So yay for him. The school is brand new...the chairs still had tags on them and the library books were still in boxes. Funny enough, I applied for the front desk position there a while back.
Now I'm going to go pop out these contact lenses, stuff my face with a fruit tart and then pass out.
