Back to Where It All Began

As many of you know I have moved back home to Gardner, Massachusetts. I packed up all of my belongs, which sadly fit into my Mustang, and drove across the country with my mom in 5 long days. We made stops along the way in Wyoming, Iowa (to see family), and Cleveland to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The Hall of Fame was a decent place. The best exhibits were the Rolling Stone Magazine section and the Elvis exhibit.

Anyways, I have been at home for two months now. It really isn't all that bad. There is something about this place that has a black hole effect. I feel myself getting sucked in and never wanted to leave, not in a good way. If something is going on even twenty minutes away I am not always willing to go. I am either being really lazy or the other things going on aren't worth the drive to get there.

I finally got myself involved with a temp agency, OfficeTeam. They set me up with a job working for the Muscular Dystrophy Association calling local business leaders to hopefully get them to sign up and be "locked up"on behalf of the MDA. They would get the local police involved to go "arrest" people and the money that they raised would help bail them out of this metaphorical jail. They bail was set at $1600, which sends two kids with muscular dystrophy to summer camp for a week.

It was all a nice noble cause but it definitely wasn't for me. I hate annoying people by butting into their daily routines. Sales must not be for me. I would only want to do it if I already knew the person wanted to participate in the cause or buy the item and I didn't have to convince them otherwise. It was all based on results, much like every sales job. The list of people they have for the towns involved in the lock-up had been severely exhausted because they had a full time lady there who was on the phones all the time calling people.

Everyone there was really nice. The position itself was not the most desirable.

I do have any other position available to me, a couple actually. I think I am just afraid of a job commitment that isn't flexible and easy to get out of. I must have some sort of job anxiety. Or maybe just working in the real world is super fucking boring and I don't want to be in a lame nine to five position working for the man, or whoever the man may be in this case.

I have a job working as a pizza delivery driver, which was supposed to be starting this week, but was pushed back another week because the place is in the process of setting up and getting everything installed. I know this may seem like a step backwards in terms of career success, but I can easily make more money delivering pizzas, a mindless job, then I can working in a room making phone calls and annoying people for $10 an hour.

Upon coming home I was supposed to take over my fathers limo/transportation business. I was working there for awhile making a shit-load of money and starting to pay off my credit cards and saving some money. But ever so conveniently he was laid-off from his job, so he took the business back because he needs to pay the bill, etc. It's not really that big of a deal to me, but it does kind of suck to be promised something and then have it taken away.

I have written out a list of goals for my life for the next 6 months to a year. I wrote them two months ago and I have yet to be able to cross any of them off of the list. I am in stalemate of sorts but it because of my own job anxiety and commitment problems. If I really wanted to be crossing things off that list I would have a full time job.

But in other news I will be headed to Cali at the end of this month to hang out with some old pals and attend Founders Day possibly. The only problem is I need to have a decent amount of money to blow when I go there. I'm hoping I can go there with at least $300 to be able to chill with. So if you are in the area of San Francisco from the 24 of February to March 1st, hit me up.