It's been a hellava week.
This has been one of the crazies, busiest and yet totally un-productive weeks I've ever had. Oh, my job as gotten more then their pound of flesh. I think I put in somewhere close to 50 and by the end of the evening I should have another 15 at the other job...the sad part is that all that money is already spent. I hate bills.
I briefly IMed with ehowton
sometime this week. He still thinks that I should join the Force, but I'm still stonewalled where I was the last time I considered that option. I should probably just stay where I'm at and make the most of it, but I'm becoming discontent again. I know better then to leave, but I'm not liking staying. There is no justice in the world. People who know a lot less then me make infinitely more then me and yet here I am. Oh, and let's not forget that our elected representatives have decided to inflate the economy by no less then 60% in two years. Prior to this July 24th, the minimum wage here in Alabama (one of the States with the lowest
cost of living) was $5.15/hr. It went up to $5.85 this year. It's set to go up again next July 24 and then the year after then until it tops out around $7.25/hr. So what is that going to do to those of us who are making decent money now? Even if we get the much needed 75% raise, it will only be a COLA, so in actuality we will be making the same money two years from now except we will get to pay more taxes on it.
I wished I could find a real good money making opportunity. Sometimes it feels like everyone around me has found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and I'm left to watch on the sidelines. Yes, I could have already had several scripts written, but I'm beat down by the time I get home. That's no excuse I know, but the only thing that's been keeping me going is House
. Sadly, the third season just cameo out on DVD and the fourth isn't going to start airing until the end of this month, so even if I luck out and get a hold of the third season from Netflix, I'm up shit creek without a paddle in a week.
Speaking of the end of the month, I'm starting to doubt whether or not I'll be able to make it to Sidewalk. The ominous 60,000 mile mark is quickly approaching and that means maintenance. I'm at the tire shop now. They said I had 10% left on the back breaks so I went ahead and got them changed. When they handed me the keys they told me that there was a slight "brake shake" (I think he made that up) on the front. I got in and not only was there a "brake shake", there was resistance on the front passenger side. Some days I wished I knew more about cars. I still get the feeling that with the current laws and the dicks that enforce them that we'd all be better off driving damned golf carts. What's the point of having a vehicle that will travel in excess of 100 mph if you can only drive it at 15?
Maybe this is just more angst coming out. Maybe I have to wait until I turn 40 to get anything out of life. If that's the case, can someone put me in a cryogenic freeze and wake me up when I get there?
Oh, back to the writing thing: I've been doing a lot of thinking sitting here about the little bit of research that I did last night; I don't think that the idea I had is going to work which means back to the drawing board. I hate this. Here I had an idea that just needed the details filled in, but the more I research, the more I realize that what held the project together for me just won't work. Also, I'm losing interest with the whole damned thing. I want to create but the best I can do is adapt other's work. While not plagiarism, when you don't get paid to do so, you're left empty.
I want to create and have creativity, yet I lack the energy to create. Damn! I could settle down if I knew that the money would start flowing soon, but that's not going to happen. Maybe I should start posting resumes all over the internet and see who bites. I hear that the zoo needs monkey disciplinarians.
P.S. I bought a couple of books on the subject of gcc off of Amazon so that I can thoroughly learn the ins and outs. The way I see it, when I get my mini next year, I'll be buying a desktop machine as well as a production box.
P. P. S. I left the shop with the car after they rotated the front rotors. It's going back first thing Tuesday to get pads.