Tuesday, January 17, 2006

I'm losing the funny.

I don't feel good. My head feels like it weighs twenty pounds and my ears feel weird. That's not a good sign. I don't want to be legitimately sick right now. I'd rather just keep taking Echinecea and Tylenol Cold. I don't want to ever have to find a new doctor. Oh, how I miss the university health center (and that's something that I never thought I'd ever type).

I applied to be the copy editor for Chicagoist. It sounded like a good idea even though it was unpaid. I figured at least then I would have some copy-editing experience. Unfortunately, their idea of copy-editing involves me reading the blog several times a day just in case one of the contributors used "your" instead of "you're." That's not copy-editing.

Also, I called the temp agency to talk to Agnes. She had nothing for me, as usual, although chatted with me about how I lost my phone last week ("I did that once, and I was just thrown-off for a week!"). She thanked me for checking-in and told me to "keep doing what I'm doing." I wanted to break the pretense of our friendly, casual conversation and yell, "Look, what I'm doing is obviously not working. I haven't been able to find a job in six months. You haven't really helped me in the five months I've been in contact with you. Stop bullshitting me."

Lucky for me, I do get to work inventory at Urban tomorrow. At the Woodfield Mall. In Schaumberg. Some girl is picking me up at 4:30 in the morning to give me a ride.

I'm so close to just admitting defeat that it's not even funny anymore. I'm out of ideas, I'm losing patience, and I'm really, really disappointed with myself.


Anonymous said...

If Angels in the Outfield has taught me anything its this:

It could happen! *flaps arms as wings*


Chris said...

Dude, I can help you put together a copy editing portfolio if you want (I write and copy edit freelance full time), but I don't know if that's like, an uber pretentious thing to offer since I've talked to you two, maybe four times ever. I mean, you seem like a nice boy. E-mail me if I can help (couchcs@gmail.com)