What Day Is It?

So lately I have been doing contract work for my mom (technically, for the school she works for) and I have tentatively taken a part-time administative job at my dad's church. Basically, I'm doing the same jobs I've done since I was ten-years-old, only now I get paid slightly more and call myself a "freelance administrative and editorial assistant." The idea of working at the church gets the wheels in my head turning a little, but lately I've mostly been a "slug," or so says my mom.

I have spent an unknowable number of hours searching for writing or editing jobs and applying and revamping my resume, which I still think is a little crappy. And I am fairly certain I will never get a job, and I'll have to become a teacher--which, by the way, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I just want to choose it, not have it thrust upon me like a giant red dictionary on a small child.

Bethany's wedding was last Saturday and while I take marriage very seriously, seeing my best friend get married made the whole thing look like it wasn't that big of a deal. They are still Bethany and Brennan, same as they were before, only now they always will be Bethany and Brennan. That's a good thing to realize about marriage, I think.

Grad school applications are still lurking in the background of my life, taunting me with their required 30-page portfolios.

Graduating is terrible. I don't recommend it. Today the receptionist at the eye doctor asked if I was still a student or if I was employed. I stared at her for a moment, let her repeat the question and then sighed and shared that I am nothing. I explained, she made reference to her bachelors in art and motioned at the office and wrote down that I'm a temp worker while giving me an understanding one-sided smile. At least living with my parents is fun.

And in case you were curious, I am looking for and applying to jobs all over--but especially the central valley and the central coast.


Antidote for this week: a homemade americano and tapioca, and peaches and strawberries from the fruit stand.