How do you make it? I must do research.
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I have listed a pile of small-value things on eBay. I need to list another pile shortly. I’m running near the end of my rope. I’m gonna call the temp people and see if they have anything. If I don’t get this job this week, there is a chance that I’ll cease to exist. At all. Because in our culture, if you have no car, no phone, and no money, you are simply not there.
Not good.
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There was this function last night at which other University of Chicago grads were also attending. It was like a meeting of the Good Old Boys network. It would have been great if it were I weren’t so broke (the lack of financial power being an omnipresent reminder of the fact that I’m not really so successful after all, at much of anything, yet).
I wish I was more career-minded. Now, getting closer to a year after leaving campus, I am wishing I’d used the Career Advising and Planning Services office. Whenever such things are available to me, I tell myself (and sometimes everyone else) that I don’t need that stuff, I’m far too independent. Then, later on, when other people are swimming in a sea of coin and opportunity and I’m not, and the service is no longer available to me, I realize that I’m a fool.
Gotta learn. Gotta learn.