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robotech_master) wrote2009-11-18 10:37 pm
robotech_master) wrote2009-11-18 10:37 pm
How my life is going lately
I was corresponding with someone, the other week, who said he preferred it when I used to update my LiveJournal every day. (So what did I do? I wanted several weeks before this update. Yeah, I know, I'm bad.)
So how does life stand with me? Well, I turned in my fifth paid article for the Springfield Business Journal last week. Four of them have been published; indeed, if you go to Google News and search on "Chris Meadows," you'll find what I wrote. I'd link them here, but I'm too lazy—and far be it from me to deprive you of the thrill of seeing my name in Google News.
A week ago today, I journeyed up to Columbia with the parents to have the thingie taken off my leg. So there you have it: I am now de-thingied. I still can't bend or straighten my leg all the way, but at least I don't have those metal bits poking into me and getting in my way. It's a bit annoying that the skin on the back of my leg seems to be sensitive now, I guess from not being in contact with stuff for the last 8 months, but that should fade.
Saturday, I'm going up to spend the weekend in St. Charles with my parents and my brother's family. We'll be having Thanksgiving dinner there, and far be it from me to miss out on the turkey feast. My parents seem to feel that one of the benefits of having grown-up and married kids is that they don't have to make Thanksgiving dinner themselves anymore but can just coast by on the labor of the younger relations.
I'm still looking for work, and it's really frustrating. I'm supposed to apply to so many positions per week, but it's hard to find ones that I'm qualified to do that I actually want to do. I guess I have a lot of self-doubt, and as a result I end up working call center or data entry positions instead of the technical positions I'd like to have.
Sometimes I feel a bit like I've wasted my life. I'm 36 years old. When my Dad was 36, he was working a highly-paying (at least compared to the work I've done) job in cataloging at Arkansas State University. And here I am, without much progress made yet on the student loans I started taking out 15 years ago, and no job, and even if I do get one it will probably be more stuff that's below what I should be doing.
Maybe I'll feel better after having turkey this weekend.
So how does life stand with me? Well, I turned in my fifth paid article for the Springfield Business Journal last week. Four of them have been published; indeed, if you go to Google News and search on "Chris Meadows," you'll find what I wrote. I'd link them here, but I'm too lazy—and far be it from me to deprive you of the thrill of seeing my name in Google News.
A week ago today, I journeyed up to Columbia with the parents to have the thingie taken off my leg. So there you have it: I am now de-thingied. I still can't bend or straighten my leg all the way, but at least I don't have those metal bits poking into me and getting in my way. It's a bit annoying that the skin on the back of my leg seems to be sensitive now, I guess from not being in contact with stuff for the last 8 months, but that should fade.
Saturday, I'm going up to spend the weekend in St. Charles with my parents and my brother's family. We'll be having Thanksgiving dinner there, and far be it from me to miss out on the turkey feast. My parents seem to feel that one of the benefits of having grown-up and married kids is that they don't have to make Thanksgiving dinner themselves anymore but can just coast by on the labor of the younger relations.
I'm still looking for work, and it's really frustrating. I'm supposed to apply to so many positions per week, but it's hard to find ones that I'm qualified to do that I actually want to do. I guess I have a lot of self-doubt, and as a result I end up working call center or data entry positions instead of the technical positions I'd like to have.
Sometimes I feel a bit like I've wasted my life. I'm 36 years old. When my Dad was 36, he was working a highly-paying (at least compared to the work I've done) job in cataloging at Arkansas State University. And here I am, without much progress made yet on the student loans I started taking out 15 years ago, and no job, and even if I do get one it will probably be more stuff that's below what I should be doing.
Maybe I'll feel better after having turkey this weekend.