One of the most discouraging things is to drive around a city at anytime between the hours of 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. and know that the majority of the city is currently working. That they are at work, that they have jobs. Struggling to get employed I search day after day, allowing myself to apply to jobs farther and father from what I ideally want to be doing.

I had one interview this morning, however was very discouraged upon learning it was a part time job and getting the feeling that the supervisor was a micromanager. So the search continues.

Knowing only one other person in the city makes it more of a challenge. How do you convey your utter loneliness and increasing anxiety over not having a job while still giving that person space and acknowledging that they are going through a transition of their own? I know I need to establish my own connections and life. But its no fun to explore on your own and hard to meet knew people when you have no job.

So the search continues...

The Trouble with an All Male House... Well, one of many...

The trouble with a house in which only men live is that it is filled with only men...and their man stuff. This means that when one goes to look for or use an item of assumed and usual existence within a (normal) home, they will not find it. This will include any number of items that one would assume by basic necessity of the item that its presences would of course be, but in fact is not. Such items would include dish towels, any kind of pan, plate or anything for that matter that can go in the oven, a can opener, measuring cups/ spoons, and sugar. What one will find in a house full of male individuals is a TV and stereo system in every single room, air freshener in every single room, and a kitchen littered with random instruments that are only helpful when making an alcoholic drink, a bowl of cereal or a sandwich. Refrigerators in all male homes also tend to be chocker-block full of condiments, usually multiples of the same thing but consisting of different amounts in each container.

I have decided that I will not be the cook in such a kitchen. Being the Commander and Chief in the kitchen of such a home will only lead to frustration, bitter mutterings to yourself that leave the living room occupants wondering what is going on and a dinner that is less than par because you gave up caring half way through making the meal due to having to hack open a can of tomatoes because there was no can opener.

Three days. Three days is how long I lasted as a Street Canvasser for Save the Children. Save the Children is a great organization and I would ask all to generously donate to such a wonderful relief organization. However working to raise money for it on the street is not recommended. Everyone I talked to gave me the same advise – hang in there until you can find a replacement job to make sure you have some money coming in. For better or worse I ignored them all and quite my third day on the job. Now I am in the process of finding, yet again, a job.

In the mean time I have been able to visit Sea World, Mission Bay Beach, downtown SD and clean and straighten my apartment. Without a job my ‘wish list’ of items includes a microwave and internet service among other mundane and trivial items.