« Thu.02.15.2001 »
1:37 am EST 32°F (0°C) in Dearborn
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Yeah, yeah, before my parents even say anything in the morning, I'm up way too late. I really don't care what they think of my sleep patterns the fact is, I've always been up in plenty of time to get job applications and interviews in during my job search. So fucking what if I'm not up at 6:00 am like the rest of the family? Unless I get a job that starts by 8:00 am every day, I have no need to be awake that early. I can stay awake a couple hours later than everybody else at night, and out-sleep them by a couple hours in the morning. But, in so doing, I risk the constant cut-downs from my parents that have become the hallmark of my life here.
There have been a million things going through my mind in the last week or so job hunting, trying to patch up relationships I stupidly put at risk last month, my credit rating going down the toilet while I have no money to pay bills, not to mention dealing with the emotional shit that comes from living in a non-functional family environment. (We're way beyond dysfunctional.) Oh yeah, I actually get a little bit of a life on the weekends, too it's about the only time I can get out in what was supposed to be my car. (I can't say I'm completely locked in the house my parents will allow me to drive their 1995 Ford Explorer, the real baby of the family, and 1999 Ford Taurus, my father's company car, on occasion but I'm never allowed to use them for anything even remotely connected to a social life. "You can only do important, 'reality-based' things with those cars, Larry," my mother is fond of saying. To her, anything I do outside of job-hunting indicates that I'm not living in the real world. If anything, she's the one who's not living in the real world if she was, she might realize that you don't begin work the same day you apply for a job.)
That parenthetical went on too long, but when I get on a rant like that one, I'm not going to stop. Yeah, God forbid that an Explorer, of all vehicles, goes out and gets dirty with a little snow better that it sits in the garage most of the winter, right? E-mail me if you find any logic there. I've been searching for years.
Anyway, I'll have my car for only the second time all week on Friday night, when I go to my final regular-season game at Yost Ice Arena. The night after that, I'll be in attendance as Michigan takes on the Cows over at Joe Louis; we beat them there at the end of January. As every hockey fan knows, though, what happened in that game is all moooooooooooooooooooo-t. (Sorry, had to get another anti-State crack in there. )
On the job front, I now have not only one, but two virtual slam-dunks. Later today, I go in for a drug test and background check with another company; this is in addition to the one I took last Friday, about which I am still waiting to hear. I may soon be faced with a choice of where to work, a scenario I wouldn't have dreamed of a month ago. Then again, everything might all collapse in my face, but I don't want to consider that possibility.
I'd better get to bed about seven hours' sleep awaits me.