Monday, August 14, 2006
I always need more money
This is one of my favorite photos from the road trip, one of about 5oo I took that I still have to sort. Guess where his other shoe is! Oh Charles. We didn't see him for another 13 hours. I'll get to the others some time, it's just a matter of going from upright to seated.
I'm attending a substitute workshop today at my old high school, which hopefully will get me in as a sub in my district, cause it's the best paying district in the state. That means that in a year I MIGHT actually be able to move out and feel like I have a life again. Here's a list of my friends who have lives:
John - On his way to becoming a millionaire, owns a car, has his own place, and will be in the largest city in the U.S. in a year
Sara - Going to grad school for another couple years of fun without me
Thom - Moving up the ladder as an editor and also owns a car. Did I mention he has written a book?
Rob - He doesn't read this blog so it's okay to say he's an idiot, but he is ALSO going to grad school for two years of fun without me* (3 years in rob time)
Steve - Also has his own place, is working a couple jobs, and gets a lot of sex, apparently, also without me.
Ric - Dancing up a storm in New York or somewhere out east where he's learning all sorts of stuff and then moving to some other place and going to Utah to meet up with some dude who's somehow more awesome than me, and making lots of new friends.
Ben - I have no idea where he is, but I do know he is learning a lot of languages and having all sorts of unique experiences around the world and not telling us all about them cause he's probably too busy to do things like check blogs, talk to friends, but not too busy to make out with a pizza guy in an elevator. I'm not gay and even I'd do that. That's what I'm talking about, unique experiences that you can't have anywhere else in the world but Beirut. Or America. Or Europe. Whatever.
Sarood - Probably making lots of money making his nose even browner than it was before.
Other friends - Owning cars, working lots of money, moving to cool places like Chicago or changing their lives.
I'm working, yes, but it's not a job. It's not a career. I need money to get out of here and move downtown or to Seattle or something and try to figure something out. You know how you start questioning whether you even know yourself when you've been down for a while? I just need a teaching job and I'll feel better. I might as well buy a lottery ticket while I'm at it since lightning strikes twice, or never strikes twice. I don't know. I don't care. Go look it up on wikipedia.
Posted by Andrew Waple at 2:04 PM