I spent most of my morning worrying about whether or not I was going to do well in my interview. I’ve had so many, I should have been more self confident.
I did pretty well for going in dressed like a queer hobo, unshaven, and in my one pair of yellow shoes. I got the job. Now I’ll spend 5 nights a week working a cash register at 1 am in the middle of suburbia for 7 bucks an hour and something tells me I could do worse. And at 2 miles away, it isn’t such a far walk.
My cousin wants to write, so I’m doing my best to encourage her, but she won’t take my advice to just write. At 12 years old she’s already brainwashed into thinking that the readers matter. I’ve tried to tell her that she won’t have readers for a while, she just has to write a fever and maybe someone will bookmark her, or even better, subscribe to her feed.
I’ve got an intimacy problem with my audience. As soon as they come around, I run away and set up a new blog. It’s another problem with self confidence. I have to put those days behind me and accept my own mediocrity and learn to move on with my keyboard.
Yesterday I had the chance to participate in a telephone survey about Ohio’s schools, mostly regarding the (un)effectiveness of No Child Left Behind and the abysmal funding situation. I gave my answers and refused to give opinions on things I knew nothing about like a good citizen.
And, lastly, Music (For Robots) featured a good track called Skip to the End (mp3 – hurry, it won’t be up for long) by The Futureheads.
