Fire

I am a man of comfort. I rather be safe, comfortable, and in a routine than be doing something 'exciting', at least generally speaking. I don't like clubs, or bars. I don't care for fairs and carnivals. Most nights I rather stay home, cook something good, and curl up with a good book rather than go out and hit the scene.

This isn't to say I can't be social. I just don't much care to. at the very least I like to make sure I have my own private time, a nice, quiet chunk of the day to wind down, reflect, and relax.

So of course, with the way life goes, it tries to light a fire under me.

Got a call from DSHS last night that apparently one of the forms I filed had an unspecified requirement, which means that I'm past my deadline because no one told me this until the end of the business day on the fifth. It also means that my desperate attempts to call them and work it out failed, because all day today their phone service failed me due to "heavy traffic", giving me the "try again later" all day from 9 AM (When they open) to 5 PM (when they close).

Whoopie.

Well, that's just one more thing to light a fire under me, starvation. Maybe it'll work. Maybe somehow being malnourished will show me some inspiration that I haven't had before. Maybe.

Did I just see a pig buzz past me?

Many people that know me presume that I don't do jack but sleep, eat, and spend all day "Playing on the computer". This is so far from the truth that I usually can't help but laugh. I spend more hours a day looking for work than my roommate spends at work. I cover more miles of pavement on my shoeleather than he does in his car everyday. And he thinks I'm just a sloth when, after walking the gods know how many miles a day (At least 18, probably closer to 24), having tried just about every place I can, and not finding anything, that I rather just go and read for a bit and then sleep.

They believe I just never try, that's why I'm not gainfully employed. I never bother to really tell them my efforts. Mostly because my roommate, as much as he pushes me to get a job, he also torpedos my attempts to get a job, giving me bad references whenever he answers the phone (Usually the case because I'm dead tired and dead asleep).

Well, life lit the fire under me to get me going. Might as well turn into the slide and see where it takes me.


Til next time,

Grind Away