I guess I really am going to have to get another job. My boss said that once things got going, I would probably be able to work as many nights as I wanted. But he only has me coming in on Wednesday and Thursday this week even though pretty much all of the fall sports seasons have started. Grrr. . . now that I have a work, I want to be working. . . I know. I know. Patience. But I want this job to be an experience for me rather than for my resume. I want to learn. I want to write on a deadline. I want to be able to say without qualifications that 'I'm a writer.' I want to type or re-type things. I want to answer phones. I want to fetch coffee. I want to fill out forms with my social security number so I can get paid. I want to respect my boss for something more than just his experience. I want to stop feeling transient. I want to stop complaining now. . . I am better off than I was a few weeks ago. I tend to expect everything to miraculously fall in line once one thing goes well for me. That's not really the way things work though.
I'm grateful to have some kind of work to be frustrated with (20).
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