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the_monster

Leicester, MA

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Tuesday Aug 18, 2009

Aug 18, 2009
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Searching for a job is getting daunting. I just graduated in may with my BA in Criminology and was hoping to get a job somehow related to the field. Although I have no interest in being a cop, I'm more interested in the intellectual side of things. Whenever the economy goes to shit crime goes up, so when things started going to shit I figured I'd be golden, there'd be lots of jobs in my field. Well things go so bad there aren't even jobs in that. I'd like to get involved in risk management and work my way up in the private sector. I've been searching and applying for jobs in security and loss prevention but everyone wants someone with experience, which blows 'cause how am I supposed to get any if everyone wants some. It's become apparent to me that I'm not going to be able to get a job I want so for now I'm applying to places like Target just to simply have a reliable job. I mean my grandfather owns a liquor store which is staffed completely by family and family friends and everyone is so damn lazy I can always puck up a few hours here and there. Which I've been doing, but it would be nice to have a more reliable job and one where I can get more the 10 hours a week.
Otherwise things have been pretty good. I've been putting on a bit of weight, but for once I really don't mind. I've always been built to be a bigger guy, I enjoy being a bigger guy, and I think I look good as a bigger guy, I'm over trying to look how society wants you too. I've outgrown a lot of my friends, or maybe they've outgrown me. They all became assholes or complete stoners. And I mean we were all always assholes, but in a fun way and only to each other. Now Grande Ande has become such a tool and all his new friends just talk about how they've fucked some bartender or won some fight. That's just not my scene. Then there's Jeff who does nothing but smoke all day, now I don't smoke anymore but I don't mind people smoking a little but if it's all you do it's time to grow up. Nick is completely owned by his girlfriend who gets pissed at him for hanging out with us because according to her he should hang out with her on all her free time. John moved away. And so on. But at least I have been getting very close with the few friends I still have, some of whom I never was that close too and am now realizing I had been missing out on. I'm also hoping this forces me to meet new people and make some new friends. Including on this site. I've been here for a year, must of which I was admittedly a creepy voyeur. Partly because I was so busy at the time I got my membership, partly because I was just coming to terms with the fact that I do suffer from severe anxiety after finally being diagnosed, and partly because I was just getting a feel for this community. And now I feel SG really is a great place for me and I want to make some friends here. I've been starting to participate more in groups, I figure that's a good start. So if anyone actually reads this, say 'ello!

also i was playing around with photo booth before writing this so here's a current pic of me.
ravioli:
it only took you a year to get your hands out of your pants and be active here?
congrats, that isn't actually too bad. wink

i believe that every person reaches a point in their development as whatever we are, where they feel like they're fighting an unnecessary battle with their form. i'd say it's even safe to bet that it's considered abnormal in today's society to just be happy with the way you appear to the outside world. eeek i don't think we as human beings are strictly built for complacency, that being said anyone who easily accepts themselves for what and how they are is sincerely considered a kindred spirit in my eyes.

your friends dear sir, sound like they are a dime a dozen. actually if either of us had a dime for every friend we ever made that fell into the lame habits those fellas have, we'd be able to at least get beers.

also, i think i like punctuation too much! tongue blush
Aug 18, 2009
ravioli:
i just put a Hi Neighbor sticker on my car earlier today biggrin

i'm up for it and i think this weekend is pretty good for me
what say you?
Aug 18, 2009

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