The Hungry Writer

An unemployed writer keeping sane during The Depression II.

Posts Tagged ‘retraining’

Al…most… Back…

Posted by The eDater on February 9, 2009

Mysteriously, Ryan's hair grew long and streaked during his late-night cram sessions.

Mysteriously, Ryan's hair grew long and streaked during his late-night cram sessions.

It’s been quiet on the blog recently, due to an intense couple days prepping for the FSO exam (yes, there’s a slim chance I’ll end up a diplomat as an indirect result of the economic crisis). So, I know you’ve missed my witty postings as the latest crummy financial press gets put out there, but fear not – the test comes today, and after that I’ll be all yours.

Well, I am travelling to LA as well… and playing nurse to an injured friend… but other than all that, I’m all yours. Really.

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My. God.

Posted by The eDater on January 29, 2009

It was worse than this. Much. Worse.

It was worse than this. Much. Worse.

Ok, not to bellyache, but I must bellyache. 10 hours of hell, I say. Saying goodbye to puppies sucks, sympathetic eyes from postal employees asking why you’re quitting the PO Box sucks, and most especially, 4 hours of snow and then freezing rain really really sucks. I can’t believe the semis that just keep going 70 even as most of us were fishtailing nearly sideways down the road. I had to stop about five times to scrape ice off my wipers, just to have a prayer of seeing anything. My favorite moments – other than sliding in slush – were definitely said semis zooming by, spraying not water but some solid muck onto the windshield, the wipers struggling to even move, and me, blind, just hoping that I’m still going straight, that nothing got in front of me, and that I can resist the screaming urge to slam my brakes and skid into the Jersey wall or the ditch.

The next 6 hours were a more normal sort of driving hell – pouring rain, dark streets with black ice here and there, and northeast corridor traffic. All in all, whitest knuckles I’ve ever had – but that’s what I asked for, isn’t it?

And I spent most of that time listening to Buddhist teachings from Alan Watts, keeping the rage at bay. I thought numerous times, if I must die today, at least I’ll be thinking right thoughts as it happens. And with the strange challenge I gave myself and the sense of accomplishment now, I feel great having done it. Not that I’m dying to do it again.

And now I’m in Baltimore – where the drivers floor it when they hit a patch of ice, and lock their wheels thinking that’ll stop them. People here should never go out in the snow.

But parents had a waiting meal, and all sorts of ideas for graduate study. This should be fun. I must fight regression tooth and nail.

For obvious reasons, I haven’t been watching the news of the day especially closely. You’ve heard about the vote by now, I’m sure, and most of you probably know about the lack of world growth and the prospect of 51 million jobs gone by the end of the year.

But what’s this? I want my mail, everyday! Well, many (founding libertarians) think we should do away with the postal service anyway – especially with the online and the paperless only growing over the years – so this might be a step in the right direction, I suppose.

Now, to sleep the sleep of the warrior.

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