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Feb. 3rd, 2004 05:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaWhen I interviewed here in Aug. '01, people told me that if I wanted to get a signature taste of New Haven during my trip, I should go to Louis' Lunch for a meal at the supposed birthplace of the hamburger. So, being burger connoisseurs of the first magnitude, mom and I dutifully went over at the first opportunity, only to find on the front door a sign reading:
Wouldn't it be DOPE if we could all do that? I'd give anything to be able to cordon off my little area of the balcony and hang up my own sign:
Ah, well. Once I get caught up a little bit at work I'll probably be feeling a little better. I've actually had a pretty productive week so far, mainly because I'm kinda up against the wall on a couple of things and I just have to be. Productive, that is. Of course, then I'll eventually get behind again and soon be wondering what the heck I'm doing here again. That's one of the issues I have to figure out: what about this work thing? There are a lot of good things about my workplace, but I'm pretty burned out on what I'm doing right now, and there doesn't look to be much of an opportunity to get out of it. If I were promoted, that would be good, but there are no openings on the horizon--and honestly, all the people in that job are running at least as fast as I am, and their projects are a lot more complicated and work-intensive. So I dunno. I was thinking about trying a move to New York, but who am I kidding? I'm sinking financially here in New Haven, so I'd pretty much have no chance in the city. I miss the South, and in a lot of ways would like to move back. But I wonder what's there for me. There's practically no book publishing work down there save for a few university presses spread far and wide, and honestly I'm tired of academic stuff. I'd like to work on something where I could put some of my interests and more of my strengths to work. As much as I respect pointy-headed intellectualism, to be perfectly frank I don't give a flaming box of crackerjacks about the moral foundations of politics or hermeneutics or the empirical stance or the first urban Christians (not that what I do requires me to deal with much actual subject matter anyway). But anyway, if I moved back to the South, what would I do? I could do newspaper work, I suppose, but I'm not cut out to be a reporter. If I could be a columnist, that'd be fantastic, but no one's just going to pop a column in my lap. I did enjoy the editorial and layout work I did in college, but I don't know if I could find a job where I could do only that. I dunno, maybe I'll look into it.
I think sometimes about taking some sort of training for web or graphic design stuff. I love fiddling with that kind of thing, but I don't have a lot of formal knowledge--I just fly by the seat of my pants. The coolest thing would be to do something that combines my love of language and ability to write with my more geeky/tinkering side. And it would be awesome if it were fun. Is there anything out there like that?
So yeah, like I said, what's happened lately is only part of what's going on with me. Obviously I'm not too sure where I'm headed professionally. And personally I don't have anything going on. That's part of why I was so disappointed when this relationship didn't work out: though of course I'm tired of being alone, another factor is that I was putting way too much emphasis on it because I wanted something to go right. Something to change. And don't read all this like I'm totally despondent and absolutely miserable. I'm not. I know I'm very lucky to be where I am right now considering where I've been before, and I am quite thankful that things worked out for me to be here. I'm just reflecting right now on the fact that I'm going to have to make some changes if I don't want to get all bummed out and feeling even more trapped.
Despondent. Despondant. That word doesn't look right either way. Fuck it.
I'm gonna go put on War at the Warfield. Who's down?
Closed
for our annual inventory
of spoons
for our annual inventory
of spoons
Wouldn't it be DOPE if we could all do that? I'd give anything to be able to cordon off my little area of the balcony and hang up my own sign:
Closed
for my weekly inventory
of red pencils.
Check back later, motherfuckers!
for my weekly inventory
of red pencils.
Check back later, motherfuckers!
Ah, well. Once I get caught up a little bit at work I'll probably be feeling a little better. I've actually had a pretty productive week so far, mainly because I'm kinda up against the wall on a couple of things and I just have to be. Productive, that is. Of course, then I'll eventually get behind again and soon be wondering what the heck I'm doing here again. That's one of the issues I have to figure out: what about this work thing? There are a lot of good things about my workplace, but I'm pretty burned out on what I'm doing right now, and there doesn't look to be much of an opportunity to get out of it. If I were promoted, that would be good, but there are no openings on the horizon--and honestly, all the people in that job are running at least as fast as I am, and their projects are a lot more complicated and work-intensive. So I dunno. I was thinking about trying a move to New York, but who am I kidding? I'm sinking financially here in New Haven, so I'd pretty much have no chance in the city. I miss the South, and in a lot of ways would like to move back. But I wonder what's there for me. There's practically no book publishing work down there save for a few university presses spread far and wide, and honestly I'm tired of academic stuff. I'd like to work on something where I could put some of my interests and more of my strengths to work. As much as I respect pointy-headed intellectualism, to be perfectly frank I don't give a flaming box of crackerjacks about the moral foundations of politics or hermeneutics or the empirical stance or the first urban Christians (not that what I do requires me to deal with much actual subject matter anyway). But anyway, if I moved back to the South, what would I do? I could do newspaper work, I suppose, but I'm not cut out to be a reporter. If I could be a columnist, that'd be fantastic, but no one's just going to pop a column in my lap. I did enjoy the editorial and layout work I did in college, but I don't know if I could find a job where I could do only that. I dunno, maybe I'll look into it.
I think sometimes about taking some sort of training for web or graphic design stuff. I love fiddling with that kind of thing, but I don't have a lot of formal knowledge--I just fly by the seat of my pants. The coolest thing would be to do something that combines my love of language and ability to write with my more geeky/tinkering side. And it would be awesome if it were fun. Is there anything out there like that?
So yeah, like I said, what's happened lately is only part of what's going on with me. Obviously I'm not too sure where I'm headed professionally. And personally I don't have anything going on. That's part of why I was so disappointed when this relationship didn't work out: though of course I'm tired of being alone, another factor is that I was putting way too much emphasis on it because I wanted something to go right. Something to change. And don't read all this like I'm totally despondent and absolutely miserable. I'm not. I know I'm very lucky to be where I am right now considering where I've been before, and I am quite thankful that things worked out for me to be here. I'm just reflecting right now on the fact that I'm going to have to make some changes if I don't want to get all bummed out and feeling even more trapped.
Despondent. Despondant. That word doesn't look right either way. Fuck it.
I'm gonna go put on War at the Warfield. Who's down?
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Date: 2004-02-03 03:42 pm (UTC)