Brains!

Although it would be great to leave this wee kitty to explain all that there is to explain, I can't really.

I just got a call from the job that I've been interviewing for. I got the position. I'll be a mail clerk working for a consulting firm that handles major chapter 11 bankruptcy. Am I happy? Am I relieved? No, not really.

I don't really know how to feel about the company. What I do know about the firm is it's owned by Computershare, which owns shit all over the world. Apparently they donate to Change a Life Foundation, which I know nothing about. Most of the companies under Computershare have names which are empty of any meaning to me. KCC seems to just symbolize money moving here and there. Nothing is made by anyone's own hands, its all transfers of power and rearrangement of cubicles.

I'll be a minion working for beans. Apparently there are like 50 people in the mail clerk department. During my interviews most people were wearing flip flops and jeans. I'm not sure if I'm supposed feel like the place is professional, or a beach side internet cafe. Most likely they hire, or target younger people because they know no one could actually live off of $10 an hour in West LA, unless they were students who are also being supported by their parents. I also get the feeling they have a high turnover rate.

ANYWAY, I just have to keep telling myself this is semi-permanent. Something to pay for my damn health insurance, and broken down car so that I can finally get shit done. It's just going to be enough to support me, until hopefully I find something better, or go back to school, or the best option yet, moving to Austin.

Back to the RUT thing. I'm in a rut mostly because I feel like the whole 4 years of time at Humboldt counts for nothing. The park let me down, or rather my boss at the park let me down. Now I've turned into this mutated lame ass couch potato who's forgotten the meaning of hard work, or responsibility since it was never enforced my boss. Hope some good old fashioned corporate ass whooping migth strike some fear into the heart of me, so that I'll finally figure out what the hell I should be trying to do.