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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Ok, so I have a plan. I think it will work. Because I know there there is goddamn NOTHING as bad as being unemployed and not having a plan and just staring at the TV or internet to read the depressing trivialities of celebrity gossipy while the bills accumulate, hang over your head, and you put everything off until tomorrow, and you are afraid to answer the door.
There are no jobs in Denver. No one is hiring. I applied to be an industrial window cleaner today and had a referral from someone who worked there and I'm waitlisted for 2 weeks and it sounds dubious. At the lodo restaurant I applied to there were 10 of us waiting there by the time they told us to go home because the manager couldn't interview so many people that day. So I'm going to the ski towns to try and scrounge work around the hotels. I think that will work. And if it doesn't, I'll try another city. There are some nice things about Denver and the front range but I'm not dating anyone, there are no jobs, the music scene is large but shallow and doesn't pay, and the state of political activism is about as lively as my bank account.
First, I don't have enough change left after digging through my seats to pay gas to get anywhere. And I can't pay the $25 parking ticket that will soon double if I don't pay it or the bills. So I am selling the Waldorf Microwave 1. I love this synth. Wavetable scanning with analog filters. Makes me hot. But analog filters don't pay the bills. There's an add for it on the Denver Craigslist. On the very remote chance that any of you are interested just make me an offer.
Then I will fill the car with warm clothes and the camping & outdoor kitchen & survival stuff, nice work clothes, resumes, and food. And find something. Housing arrangements will work out however they will. I'm not too concerned with that. It may be arduous to spend a winter in the Colorado mountains. But I know that no environment is worse than the prison of an unemployed individual's apartment. Intimately. I know. So I will at least have beautiful sunsets, sunrises, and scenery.
For free time I will engage in outdoor activities, and the rest of the time I will hang out in coffee shops drinking good coffee and reading and writing my stories of the Colorado Trail and Hard Living in the West, as well as political propaganda. I will consistently submit my written work to various outlets in an attempt to become a more established writer person. That's the most realistic option I can think of. I think it will work. And if it doesn't there are at least 4 other states out here I'd be interested in living and working in.
The dustbowl refugee had a coal car and a hobo jungle. I have a Subaru and a nice 4 season tent from REI. My path will be arduous at times. But I can't stay here. And the revolution is taking too long. So I have to do something.
The struggle continues.