Busyness
I have trouble finding the time to document my life. The bigger the backlog gets, the more the task overwhelms.
I have one more week of stress-free unemployment before I begin a new job at Vancity. I’m excited. I was really hoping to find a job with a company that I care about and like. Every time I sent an application for yet another customer support position with yet another company with a reputation for terrible customer service, my soul felt another footprint on its back.
Unemployment had its perks, but I’m glad it only lasted two months this time. I went into it thinking I’d have more time to pursue my little side projects and hobbies, but it really didn’t work out that way. Every moment that wasn’t spent on the job search felt almost wasted. It’s not that I was desperate to find one – I’m not lacking in food, shelter, love or Glorious HD – it’s a deeper, though distant, feeling of guilt, and the feeling was stronger because there was no desperation.
Oh well. It’s all over, and soon I’ll get another commute and my travel mug will get some meaningful use again. And in some backwards logic kind of way, I think I’ll be able to set aside more time to pursue my hobbies. My thinking tends toward the wishful.
