...Who'da thought they'd lead ya, back here where we needya?...
4 months. I finally get to move to Dallas, and I might get to stay here 4 months.
(Welcome back.) You want to pretend the reason you don't move back to Longview is because of money. Then you realize you could make more money in Longview, and the cost of living is lower. (Your dreams where your ticket out.)
Why haven't you found a job in Dallas? Maybe it's for the very reason you couldn't originally find one in Longview. Maybe its because it would make you stay in Dallas. (Welcome Back)
No, maybe your music ministry is pulling you back. (To that same old place that you laughed about.)
(Well the names have all changed since you hung around.) So the church I'm interning at wants to call me as their music minister. (But those dreams have remained, and they're turned around.) Its not as bad as it sounds having to move back to Longview.(Who'da thought they'd lead ya...) Kinda like a "sheep in wolves clothing."(Back here where we need ya?)
(Yeah we tease him a lot 'cause we got him on the spot...)So laugh my fellow Sweat Hogs. I may be coming home. (Welcome back, Welcome back, Oh kill me I never even got to go to Six Flags.)
Monday, April 19, 2004
Saturday, April 17, 2004
This isn't as easy as I make it look.
February 14th was 47 days ago, and February the 11th was 50 days ago. That spread is static -- it will always be 3 days difference. The spread of time as I stretch away from those days will always be dynamic.
February 11th is my problem right now. 50 days without a job. Amanda told me this morning that she would just stay in bed all day at this point. I might, too, but then I'd have no place to go at night when I got tired of doing nothing.
I applied at Sonic to be a car hop. They haven't called back. I don't even know everywhere I've applied at anymore. If someone calls and ambiguously refers to an application or resume, I'll have to ask them what job I applied for. Actually if anyone calls at this point, I think I'll ask them if they have the right number.
Looking for a job is not a full time job. Being jobless is.
I don't qualify for foodstamps or welfare or unemployment. Plus, I go to church, and everyone knows that people who go to church aren't poor. We're down to double digits in the checking account. This is where trust and faith in God either kicks in or reveals itself to be very pale. I'd better start praying.
Its not all bleak, though. I had the foresight to buy 25 lbs of rice at the beginning of all of this. Her parents donated a couple of good meals to us. We have food in the house for three more weeks. I still have a small paycheck coming in.
Lose your pride. Remove your dignity. Go be a janitor again.
No one is hiring janitors.
February 11th is my problem right now. 50 days without a job. Amanda told me this morning that she would just stay in bed all day at this point. I might, too, but then I'd have no place to go at night when I got tired of doing nothing.
I applied at Sonic to be a car hop. They haven't called back. I don't even know everywhere I've applied at anymore. If someone calls and ambiguously refers to an application or resume, I'll have to ask them what job I applied for. Actually if anyone calls at this point, I think I'll ask them if they have the right number.
Looking for a job is not a full time job. Being jobless is.
I don't qualify for foodstamps or welfare or unemployment. Plus, I go to church, and everyone knows that people who go to church aren't poor. We're down to double digits in the checking account. This is where trust and faith in God either kicks in or reveals itself to be very pale. I'd better start praying.
Its not all bleak, though. I had the foresight to buy 25 lbs of rice at the beginning of all of this. Her parents donated a couple of good meals to us. We have food in the house for three more weeks. I still have a small paycheck coming in.
Lose your pride. Remove your dignity. Go be a janitor again.
No one is hiring janitors.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
The commercials make me dumber.
The syndicated shows just aren't cutting it anymore. When this week is over, and my wife is gone, I'll see if McDonald's is hiring.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Writing is hard.
I don't like anything I write anymore. That's why you haven't seen anything here for four days. I suppose I should just stop trying to write what I enjoy reading, and just write, but I can never seem to do that. I think that it's because everything I say here seems so negative.
Here's a positive. Amanda and I spent Saturday night eating tacos with Gara and Amie. What? Not positive enough? That's because you've never hung out with them, then. They're the kind of people that you stay at their house doing absolutely nothing you wouldn't be doing anyway, but enjoy it merely because you're doing it with them. You overstay your welcome until your eyes are swollen and your wife is lifeless on the floor.
I'm tired of complaining when there is so much good in my life. That doesn't mean that I'll stop. It just means I'll complain about that, too. I think that might be what I'm doing here. I'm not doing very well at circumventing my negative feelings.
This morning the traffic gave me back some of the life it takes from me everyday when I saw a landscaping truck rear-end a Toyota. I couldn't help but laugh. The guy in the Avalon was taking it so seriously. Oh, and it happened right in front of a cop, too.
Yesterday, at Amanda's school, I heard someone ask a child, "What is 1+1". The answer? "0". Ouch. That kid is going to go far.
Here's a positive. Amanda and I spent Saturday night eating tacos with Gara and Amie. What? Not positive enough? That's because you've never hung out with them, then. They're the kind of people that you stay at their house doing absolutely nothing you wouldn't be doing anyway, but enjoy it merely because you're doing it with them. You overstay your welcome until your eyes are swollen and your wife is lifeless on the floor.
I'm tired of complaining when there is so much good in my life. That doesn't mean that I'll stop. It just means I'll complain about that, too. I think that might be what I'm doing here. I'm not doing very well at circumventing my negative feelings.
This morning the traffic gave me back some of the life it takes from me everyday when I saw a landscaping truck rear-end a Toyota. I couldn't help but laugh. The guy in the Avalon was taking it so seriously. Oh, and it happened right in front of a cop, too.
Yesterday, at Amanda's school, I heard someone ask a child, "What is 1+1". The answer? "0". Ouch. That kid is going to go far.
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