June 12, 2000.  Monday
 

    To my great shock, I've been getting very little pressure on all fronts to find a job.  I was kind of dreading going home this weekend, because I was sure I was gonna get the riot act from my parents about getting a job.  But nothing like that happened at all. Sure, I got a few comments after my brother Galvin got home from a day of temp work cleaning rust out of a gian radiator, but besides that, all home was a pleasant day of nintendo, tv, bowling, and eating.  Although Jason, and more humiliating, his sqauw, both out-bowled me.  It wasn't a good day.  But still kinda fun.

    But the anxiety over a job is really starting to get to me.  I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping at night.  It's not even the summer job thing that's eating away at me, it's the after graduation job prospects that are troubling me.  It's worse than it was two years ago after I graduated Washington and Lee.  I'm starting to see a pattern of every other summer sucking. It's the even numbered years that suck.  At least in the early summer months.  But I won't get into the details.

    Anyway, I have an appointment at a temp agency tomorrow morning at 9:30.  i suppose it'll be good for me to get up kind of early, seeing as I'll need to if I ever get a job.  As I was tossing and turning last night, it occurred to me that, despite having no job, there's surprisingly little time during the day to accomplish the small number of tasks that I need to.  For instance, today i needed to fax and email my paltry resume, return a movie, write an article on the show "Survivor" for this website, and do various personal web projects, like this right here.  Granted, my day is severely cut short by getting up around noon.  I did manage to roll outta bed at around 11 today.  Besides that, my airconditioner has also been causing me considerable aggravation.  Mainly because it's not working.  It really pisses me off.  I got it precisely for the reason to help me sleep. I can't sleep when it's hot and sticky.  And here I am, tossing and turning all night, partly because it's hot and sticky, and partly because I'm obsessing on whether or not I can return it for another one. Meanwhile, Jed's AC is working just fine. Geoff plugged it in on Saturday, and his room was cool as a cucumber.  Of course, I spent more on mine, and it's total shit. I knew the fucking digital display was gonna fuck me.  it keeps reading the room temperature at 62 degress, when it's clearly 80.  My temporary solution has been to pull out the temperature sensor and put it over a candle.  Even over an open flame, it still tells me the room is 79 degrees.  I can't fucking believe it.  It's so fucking aggravating to spend 250 bucks on something to make your life more comfortable and have it become the second largest source of grief.   And in case you were wondering, yes, this is in fact the most noteworthy thing in my life right now.

    But it's nice to have some sort of appointment tomorrow. Just something to have to plan for.  I woulda been thrilled to have to go to the dentist for a root canal this week.  Oh yeah, I'm also pissed off because I lost my goddam Metro card.  I stopped buying weekly cards because I have no where to go.  They only cost 17 bucks. I didn't want to buy a monthly, because I was sure I'd lose it, and it's about 65 bucks.  Well, I never lost my card till this week.  It's not really the money, I'm just pissed off about my carelessness.  I only bought a thirty dollar card because you get two free rides when you spend thirty bucks.  How many rides did I get out of it? Two.

    When you have nothing to do, you have a lot more time to sit around and really let the little things drive you crazy.

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