Double post because surprise development: They sent an email asking me to send a video of me singing another song to see how it sounds so they haven't totally discounted me
I know I'm a little behind here, but I hope you get a callback. Nothing satisfies quite the same as being validated that way.
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Dear Blerg Threrd,
Things are going better. A lot better. I've found and quit two jobs since my last post in this thread. I'm now on job #3, at a bike shop that was founded in my hometown. This particular location is a 25 minute drive from my house, and is almost never made difficult by traffic (I'm heading in a direction opposite what would take me to San Francisco, so I don't have to fight the Tech Bros). I have a fuckton of stuff I'm going to have to learn over time, but I'm excited for the opportunity. It's full time with benefits, the pay's half decent ($16.50/hr until I get trained up on stuff), and I don't have to pay for bridge tolls or parking like I was doing when I worked in San Francisco for the last few months. Things are really looking up that way.
My poor girlfriend's in ill health, as per usual. Headache for a year and a half now, and it's a real doozy. She's had bloodwork, neurologist, CAT scan, and she has an MRI scheduled for later this month. And oh yeah we're American and don't have insurance of course, because fuck the labor class (I'm growing more and more communist with every passing hour).
As for my spare time, I spend most of it playing video games. I've hardly touched my guitar in weeks, months, a year. Running that weekly jam night for 7 years was a great way to kill my joy for playing. I still write stuff from time to time, but it's all getting simpler. More and more of it happens on my electric 12 string though, which I think is pretty cool. Nobody plays those anymore. Maybe there's a market.
This week would have been my dad's 69th birthday. I wish he was still around to make the required wisecracks about it. I think the only real regret I have in life is the fact that he and I spent so much of our lives angry at each other. We were getting to be pretty damn cool with each other right before we found out he was sick. God is going to have to answer to me for this someday.
All in all, I'm alright I guess. Pretty depressed all the time. Can't remember the last time I was Really Happy for longer than 5 minutes. I have my moments. I need therapy and maybe medication. I guess we'll see what happens there when my insurance kicks in with this new job.
Until next time,
-Pat