So it's 2 in the morning and I should totally be sleeping, but instead I spent the last two hours putzing around on the interwebs.
Well, it wasn't all spent putzing. I did look for jobs. Found a couple that could potentially fit me. Oh, and I updated my resume with my new address.
Yeah, it technically isn't my address for another six days, but I already changed it on all my bills, so I might as well update the resume, too, right?
With the apartment hunt in the rear-view, finding a decent job is once again top priority in the whole "rebuilding my life from scratch" project that I'm apparently working on.
What is it I'm looking for? Well, I'd love to do radio again. Having the ability to share instantly my thoughts on whatever is going on in the world was pretty damn cool. But I think we all know that jobs in the radio biz are few and far between.
So ... the other thing I consider myself to be pretty good at is writing. Of course, I already do the column for the Lockport Journal, the Tonawanda News, and WNYMedia.net. But more of that wouldn't suck, ya know?
And writing often leads to jobs in public relations. I wouldn't mind PR if it was something (or someone) I believed in. Of course, the biggest problem with that is that I'm a journalist ... synonymous with cynic. Hard to find things to believe in.
In the meantime, I'll continue to believe in Loaves and Fishes ... and Vodka.
'Night all. Sweet dreams. If I'm in them, let me know.