July 29, 2004
I'm sorry if this is an inappropriate forum for this; I'm afraid I'm well aware that it is but I'm at a loss as to where else to turn. Certainly not my own blog, which has its own priorities; so I'm afraid you get stuck with my whining, at least until Trac decides that it needs to get shitcanned. Like myself. Got booted from a decent job this evening and I think I'm done with waiting tables. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a tetch dry in the wit or unwilling to properly kowtow to the big chiefs, but I seem to not be doing too well as a server; that picture has been clearly drawn. This would be more catastrophic if I wasn't entirely disgusted with the idea of waiting tables in the first place, but I still gotta eat and pay the rent. This sillyass treadmill of hand to mouth is just too much for me; I've been through a number of headon collisions in the past few years and enough's enough. An impending birthday, no influx of cash and no immediate plans to remedy ANY of these problems has me quavering 'twixt pandemonium and collapse. So here's my quandry and this is the part where I could use some advice. Other people seem to have this game locked down better than I do. Less intelligent and less diligent ones. What do I need to do to get back on track? How would my interests be best served? The vitals: NYC location, young, physically strong, emotionally sound, mentally stable and pretty goddamn diligent. An obscene degree of overeducation, both standard and autodidactic. No degree to show for it, but five years of credits. A resume that includes working with children, personal training, real estate agent, mortgage broker and a dozen other odd jobs.. I've worked in schools, in offices, in restaurants. What I want is something that pays well enough that I can order a pizza without worrying about paying the bills (say, 2K+ a month, take home; NY standard of living is pretty brutal even on the bedrock level), that provides a regular schedule, that has potential for growth and (optimally) that takes advantage of my skills as a writer or (minimally) doesn't make me feel as if I'm wasting my life. And I need to pay the rent for September. At long last, what do I do now?