Things have been pretty hectic lately and I haven't had very much time to pursue things such as exercise or job searching as much as I'd like, but in the last few days I've been finally getting some good sleep (that is, beyond 3-4 hours) and had enough energy to start getting back on track where I should be. 

I just heard from my current roommate that the landlord of the apartment I'm staying at wants to raise rent for next year by $400 which = $200 for me, I'm like na-uh... No thanks bro... So now I'm looking at my options...

I can start looking for a place to move in this city (which I am), move to NorCal to look for work over there, or move back to socal to look for work over there... Moving out of the country at this time is unrealistic as I don't even have my passport renewed so hmmm. Decisions, decisions... 

As for where to move here, my roommate wants me to move with him to some 2 bedroom apartment in Brooklyn (around Bushwick) if he can find one, but I'm not even sure atm... The rent is still going to be pretty expensive so I told him if I find a cheap place, despite the fact that I think we get along great and the guy is a blast to hang with, I'm probably going to jump on that deal because I'm more concerned with cost of living versus having a good time. 

Spoke with my close friend on the phone today and he told me maybe I should head back to socal. The company he works for is probably going to be hiring pretty soon and he told me he might be able to get me an interview with the hiring manager for a position which would be nice... But ultimately.. I just don't know. I love not being around all that familiar shit in socal, but I also miss it if that makes any sense at all. Faster than I expected, I've already reached another set of crossroads in life and I need to make a decision relatively soon on what it is I want to do in life, and with my life. 

I honestly don't think any route is worse or better than the other. Life is just an experience and I don't think there is a 'right' or 'wrong' way to go as long as you are happy, but right now I see myself having to pick between security or adventure (both which I could see myself happy and unhappy with since I'm the type of person that wants it all)...

Is it time to pull the plug on this urban nomad lifestyle and put on the suit for that sweet desk job that pays the generous salary, or should I continue sucking what joy I can out of my youth while I still have the means to do so in pursuit of my 'dreams'?

My hope is that if I get back to aggressively applying for work and landing interviews as I was about a month ago, something will eventually turn up in the area which then gives me a more valid reason to stay here. I also started grudgingly expanding my job search to upstate NY and NJ despite my desire to not work there, because I figure I could just land a job in that area to increase my financial foothold then hopefully use the experience to grab that job in the city soon (But as I've seen from the people around me, 'soon' could be anywhere between 3-7 years, which is just too fucking much time wasted...)

At the moment, the job that I am working is under my pay grade and my friend made the very convincing argument that if I am going to be working for that type of pay, I might as well just move back to California for it since I could land a similar job to the one I have right now in a few days + I would have the network I've already built as a resource to help me land that better job versus just trying to make it on my own over here.  

I will say for sure though, it is very nice to have a web of people that you can fall back on when times are tough. People come and go, but friends stay for life. The good ones at least. 

Fuck sleep, get money! Wait. Shit. I think I messed that up somehow. How does it go again? 

I think something like this song... 

 

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So I came here to write down this thought:

4358 samurai pray to god 'Please god, give me the strength to slay my opponent and come out victorious so that I may bring honor to my family and clan!' 

All of these men then clash their swords with each other, match after match.... After each fight, the victor kneels down and then pays his respects to god giving thanks for being granted the win. This continues until only 1 comes out on top of the pile of 4357 corpses, and that 1 victorious swordsman thanks god for giving him the strength to defeat the other swordsmen.

What was the point I was trying to make? Blah. That's the point. I just find that idea hilarious.

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So I took on a second job, friend back in California asked me to help him with some work he's doing for some defense company so now when I get off work, I head straight to the apt to calibrate these two high definition cameras to do some 3-d reconstructing of the motha-fuckin' environment.... And then I sleep even less. But I get paid more! My income has now just increased by like 50%, but my free time has been reduced significantly along with sleep time...... I am making this post so that I can mark the point at which I started this schedule (Actually been doing this for about a week), so that I can properly measure how long I can work 60-72 hour weeks before I completely burn out, my record last time was about 5 weeks, but I doubt I will make it that far this time around. I mean, look at the thoughtless jabber I'm already writing.......

 

Fuckkkk I just want to buy an island in the tropics and live there and eat coconuts for the rest of my life. Why the fuck can't people just leave me alone and let me eat my fucking coconuts?!? This shit is driving me nutSSS!!!!!

for laughing

 

 

I died a little inside reading this, but it was worth it. 

 

All that resulted in was:

Professional: You know, your resume shows that you are a hard-working individual based on the fact that you obtained your college degree in electrical engineering.

Me: Uh huh.

Pro: Besides that, everything else is terrible.

Me: How so?

Pro: Well, your objective is too vague and very weak, your resume content itself is bland and doesn't make me want to jump to the phone to call you, and you seem to cover a lot of tasks which you accomplished more-so than achievements and contributions you've made thus it makes you come off as someone that just sits around and waits for someone else to tell him what to do. Overall, I think it makes you look very passive and thus is a very, very, very, very, very, very, very weak resume. I think this resume causes you more damage than good, infact, I think it would be better to just submit a blank word document than this resume.

Me: Ouch. Well thanks for the honesty, and that's a shame. I guess I'll go rewrite it then and fix that.

Pro: No, you should have a professional rewrite it. You've already shown you are inadequate and incapable of properly impressing a job recruiter and thus you will never find a job, never move up, and forever stay at your dead-end job with no career path until you are 40 years old and bald and wondering why you didn't pay to have someone who knew what they were doing doing what you should be doing yourself.  And besides, your resume is ugly.

Me: Ugly? Now hold on there, I'm using Helvetica font. AND THOSE BORDERS! LOOK AT THOSE BORDERS! *bites lower lip* How can you say that is not an aesthetically pleasing piece of paper that is presented in front of you? Sure the content itself might be drivel, but I think the presentation is on point. 

Pro: Listen, what do I know? I'm only a professional resume writer. I see people like you come in all the time, who think they know what they are doing, who think they don't need help, wh-

Me: Well I think you're wrong about that, I clearly don't know what I'm doing and do think I need help just as those who probably came before me hence the reason I'm even here having you critique my resume.

Pro: ....... Listen, the point I'm trying to make is that you're never going to find a job if you don't have your resume rewritten in a proper manner with proper material, by a PROFESSIONAL. That is, a professional like me.

Me: Sigh.... You're right... You're right....  So you'll write my resume for me then?

Pro: Sure.

Me: Ok.

Pro: $400.

Me: Good-bye.

Pro: $300

Me: No.

Pro: Ok, $50.

Me: Wow.

Pro: ......

Me: ......

Pro: I'm not going lower than $50. I've got loan payments to make for school.

Me: .... So like, what did you study in school anyway? 

Pro: Sigh... Literature....

Me: And you went into college thinking to yourself, 'Yea, that's what I'll do, I'll major in Literature and become a fucking professional resume writer to hustle people who can't find a job! *fist pump*'

Pro: Actually, I wanted to write children's books, but I can't get hired.

Me: Maybe it's your resume. It could be poorly written, you know, make you come off as a passive individual. A doer more than an achiever... Perhaps you should have it professionally critiqued like I did. Then after that, I'm sure you'll land a job.  :)

Pro:

I understand how burdensome it can be. After seeing people talk for ages about why they need money, I won't bore you with any lame details about my life on why you should donate to me, but think of it this way, 'What would Jesus do?' 

Do you think Jesus would ever say no to a donation button? No.

And Jesus died for our sins.

By logical conclusion, you are going to go to hell for all eternity if you don't give me your money, voluntarily. Nice and slow.

Of course, you don't HAVE to, only donate if you want to. Or burn in hell for all eternity. Nice and slow.

 

I'm going to just leave this here...

Now feel free to drop any amount you like into the box...

But let me give a fair warning.... While I shouldn't be telling you this, I'm just looking out for what's best for you: A little someone who is kind of a big name upstairs dropped me a line hinting that people who added a few extra digits to their contribution might not have to wait as long in line.... And might just end up waiting in the 'right' line if the numbers were generous enough to make us want to give back a few favors and maybe pull a few strings here and there if you guys who don't have the cleanest rap sheets catch my drift. Eh. Eh. Eh. 

So.. It's up to you, really. God bless.

America.

If I collect $10,000 I will also make a sex tape. The real question here is, 'What does he mean by a sex tape?'

 

I was trying to look for a coffee shop to leech some free wifi to look up some directions on my laptop while I was down at Brooklyn Heights yesterday, so I saw this 'Brooklyn Heights Cafe' and walked inside thinking it was just your run of the mill coffee joint.

A young, attractive waitress smiles and greets me when I walk inside then leads me to a cozy little table by the window with an oceanside view complimented with scented candles then proceeds to pull out the chair for me to have a seat.

At this point, I'm thinking to myself, 'Boy, this place sure is nice for a coffee shop...' 

And then I look over at the barista and I see all of these bottles of wine lined up against the wall and no espresso machine. I'm like 'Hmm... What kind of coffee shop is this? What the fuck?' And as that thought is running through my mind, another waitress comes by and gives me 3 menus, followed by another that pours me a glass of ice water and brings me a hand-woven basket of bread with what appears to be a side of churned butter. 

By this point, I am starting to catch on that something isn't right, and I think to myself 'This coffee shop doesn't seem very coffee shop-like to me...' and as I am about to pull out my laptop from my bag I look around and I see that nobody else has a laptop out, it is just a bunch of old people in expensive clothes eating what appears to be expensive food.

Wait, why are they serving entrees at cafes? OH god......

I open the menu and LOL. Everything in this 'cafe' is around the $40-60 price range, the cheapest thing I can buy is a garden salad for $26....

$26 SALAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. BRB WHILE I GO CHEW ON GRASS OUTSIDE.

The waitress looks over at me and I think she does not notice my look of shock and horror because she walks up to me and asks 'So what would you like to order ? '

And I respond, 'I... Uh... I'll have.... What kind of water do you guys have on tap?' 

She laughs, but not really the genuine kind of laugh more of like the 'Ha ha. That's funny, you want to order water. How cute, but seriously...... You better buy something' kind of laugh. So her smile flickers a bit kind of like an old lightbulb at a warehouse and she sort of stares at me with this 'The free bread we serve here has more class than you do.' kind of stare as I continue staring at the menu like it's a fucking Sudoku puzzle trying to figure out where the hell their extra, extra value menu is while chillin' in my purple hoodie stuck in this room of suits. 

Finally, I clear my throat and tell her:

Me: I........ will............

Her: Yes?

Me: Have...........

Her: Yes?

Me: The...........

Her: Uh huh...........?

Me: Check.

Her: .............

Me: For the bread.

Her: ............

Me: ............ 

Her: ............

Me: And the water. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Me:  

 

 

 

 

"Look at this robot, look how little of a fuck he gives."

"My biggest fail of a date is when I met a girl in one night at a party that one of my not so close friends was having. She was pretty attractive, and she was really outgoing and fun to be with. So after the night of getting to know this woman, I was infatuated with her so I decide to ask her on a date. She said "sure." So, we went on this "date" which she decided would be fun. She drove me to a huge bridge outside of the loop in Chicago and I was a little confused. I asked her what we were going to do and she said just wait. So I waited in silence for about a minute when she took my hand and squeezed it harder than the fucking Hulk and started screaming and crying about how she wanted to die and give up on life. I tried to comfort her but she just said I was an ass for not seeing that she was depressed earlier so she ran in her car and drove away, leaving me three miles from apartment.

TL;DR Met a girl at a party, asked her on a date, she took me to a random bridge and flipped out at me for being depressed and took off without me leaving me to walk home."

I wish I went on a date with this girl. Talk about entertainment and a night to remember.

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