92 WPM, according to the typing test at Personnel World, yet another temp agency that is looking for a job for me. Aced their Microsoft Word test. The secretary there, who has been in Religious Studies classes of mine, said that I might as well take her job with scores like that.

I’m calling in tomorrow and adding temp jobs to my search parameters, as well as secretarial positions. Maybe my anal retentiveness will come in handy while I’m waiting for Comcast and Ingham County to make up their f’ing minds, call me, and offer me geek jobs, damnit. :)

It’s too muggy in here. I’m going to turn on the air conditioning, then celebrate the breaking through of the writer’s block, thanks to . Maybe some progress. Maybe.

They’re not going to be able to work around the interview process for the county. I should have expected it, but I still held out hope. I don’t think my chances for the job have gone down at all, it’s just going to be a longer process to get hired. Impatience. Argh. I’ve been through it all once before, and I have to go through it again. Like said today, “I’ve got to find a way to make free money.” Heh.

I’ve updated the Fortress LARP‘s chat pages, so it no longer takes forever to load. Four months worth of comments, neatly sorted. One loose end tied up.

I think I’m going to write some letters and tie up some more loose ends.

I’m filled with the drive to finish what I’ve started. I’ve been feeling like the things that I have failed to finish and accomplish are outnumbering those that I’ve finished. All joking of OCD aside, I often crave to use up and to finish things that are left scattered, left behind, and abandoned.

Turning a positive light on that means that I can see use in things that have been discarded.

Inside me, swirling, in the part that is me, this desire to finish and tie up loose ends is an animalistic hunger that will not take no for an answer.

And yet… I can still sit here, or in front of the television, and feel that the sloth is valid and true. It’s like the apathy surrounds the raging hunger, and the beast is suffocating.

The Enterprise rerun was good, but they’re not playing the promised Voyager episode… instead, it’s some UK sci-fi show called Starhunter. The wonders of UPN 18 will never cease.

Real and difficult questions have finally broken through the skin of “I don’t want to think about this” into the realm of “here I am, you don’t have a choice”. What is it that I want? If I receive two job offers, which one will I go for? Should I stay in Lansing, or move to Ann Arbor? Do I need a change of city, of setting, of life? Would wanting to stay in Lansing be real or would it be staying somewhere comfortable and familiar, whether or not it was good for me? What is good for me, and is it the same as what I want?

Painted over all of this in a sickly green translucent is my desperation to have some sort of income, any income whatsoever.

Yeah, so I spent a lot of the day in Ann Arbor.

Job fairs at Comcast, where they’re hiring a huge amount of people with my exact skill set, are good. Let me re-iterate. Good. All youze guyz that work there (, , and ), pleeeeeeease put in a good word for me! I’ll even give out free kneecappin’ coupons! ;)

Fleetwood is also good. Good. Corned beef hash that was NOT ground corn beef and cubed potatos from a can… Corned beef hash that was hash browns and ACTUAL shredded corned beef. Dude. Though, I lost count of the bearded hippies that went in and out of that place. I can see why you like it so much, .

should be here shortly with her dude.

I should finish up IT before my brain implodes.