therealtexasguy

I'm bummed out all of a sudden.

I'm sure the fact that I've started smoking again is a big part of it. Also, I'm not too happy that I haven't been getting a lot of response from the resumes I've sent out. Granted, I've only sent like a dozen and heard back on a few, it seems no one is interested in even considering someone who lives in Texas and is trying to get a job in Washington. Still, before I didn't know when I'd be moving up, and now that I do, I think it'll help a lot.

I must say I am happy to be getting rid of my business. It's fun and I like it and all, but it'll be nice to alleviate myself of so much damn responsibility. Let someone else deal with the headache from now on. I swear, some of my tenants are the stupidest fucking people in the world.

I am considering getting a real estate license when I get up to Washington, the only problem being I'm reeeaaaalllly not interested in doing all that fucking paperwork. I know I'd be killer at the selling the property, but the paperwork could be a bitch. And without experience, there's no way I'd get a gig with a local real estate company where they'd have someone handle my paperwork for me, and let me concentrate on the sale. Those types of arrangements go to proven sellers. Also, there is a lot of phone tag inherent in real estate. I loathe telephones.

I'd absolutely love to sell cars, but wouldn't be willing to do the 14+ hour days. And then there's the fact that I'd really love to sell old cars, or sports cars, but those kinds of lots want lots of experience too.

How is it I'm overqualified for all the jobs I end up getting, and am so underqualified for all the jobs I want? When I went and worked security (a job a loved, but a company I hated more then any I ever worked for), the hiring manager sat me down and said, "Are you SURE you want to work here? You're kind of really overqualified for this kind of work. I mean, we can only offer you $6.50 an hour." At the time I was so hard up for work I'd have taken $6.00 an hour, so I took it.

I think when I get up there I'll either hook up with a temp agency, or start deliverying pizzas again. If I go the pizza route, I'm more likely to end up eventually getting my apartment job I want, but I'll have to be careful not to get in any car accidents, or I'll be fucked (can't tell the insurance company you deliver pizzas or they double your premiums). But, if I go the temp route I'll end up with a permenant job real quick, but it won't be the one I want. It'll be some 8-5 office job. ugh. But there will be a paycheck and health insurance, and then I can slowly look for an apartment job. So this would be the safer route.

I wish I didn't have to go to work in four hours. I really just want to sleep all day long. Fuck, this is what I'm talking about. Working for yourself kicks ass, but it also means you end up putting off work until the last minute, and then are forced to work when you really don't want to be working.

Well, I'm out of cigarettes. Let's see how long I can go this time.