So many fantastic moments occurred over the course of this past holiday weekend. I’m making a mental list right now and can’t seem to refine my focus on any one thing. Later this week (and this is a promise), I’ll transcribe said list for my own sake and perhaps for the sake of others, then post it here. In the meantime, please mull over this exchange, overheard by Scott at the Walk of Fame, where DragonCon guests sign autographs:

Volunteer at the door: “Badge, please.”
Man wearing hat and sunglasses: “I’m LeVar Burton.”

Then, we met Aaron Douglas, and he shared an anecdote about what an idiot Jamie Bamber can be.

Das ende.



Disclaimer: This is not meant as a plea for sympathy. Here’s hoping it doesn’t come across as such. Let’s call it an airing of grievances instead.

I think I found the problem–with unemployment, that is.

Granted, there are a number of problems with unemployment. It’s discouraging. It triggers boredom, lethargy, and an utter lack of productivity. And it induces guilt when you succumb to laziness. Maybe the last bit isn’t true for everyone, but I know I’m distracted by how much I’m not doing whenever I watch TV or surf the Internets. But the problem that’s strongest in my mind today is immediacy, and how often it isn’t there.

Recently, I took to applying for a handful of jobs each week. I’ve literally lost count of how many resume/cover letter/work sample .ZIP folders I’ve thrown out there to see what sticks. And herein lies the problem: when I don’t know how many there are, and when I put them out there, how soon will I find out about the prospect and its results, if ever?

What I want is impossible for all parties; what I want is to know whether or not I have a chance at a position within 48 hours of applying. Once in a great while, it happens, and I’m grateful. But when I see that a particular organization has the capacity to do that, then I become agitated that some other place–OK, every other place–couldn’t do the same. And I don’t mean these form e-mails telling me that they have my resume, that it’s in their possession and might actually see the light of day at some point. I mean a “Yes, we want to see you” or “No, you’re not what we’re looking for.”

As I said, it’s impossible. But right now, it’s my biggest problem with where I am. And sometimes, for me, the first step to fixing a problem is to write it out and see just how unreasonable you’re being. And I am being unreasonable. I know it. But you can’t honestly tell me it’s not at least a little bit justified.

Everyone Knows About It

Blogging, that is. You know it’s true. I know it to be true, as I already have another blog, and this, to a certain extent, just feels like an addendum to that one, where I comment mostly on pop culture and very little on my daily life. But today, I got to thinking, “Shouldn’t the pop culture commentary be an addendum, and the daily life a refined focus?” And then I agreed with myself that yes, yes, it should be.

So here we are now. Hi. My name is Christy. I am a pseudo-intellectual, and I have the strength, gumption, lack of shame, etc. to admit it. I’m a full-time job hunter and an independently contracted copywriter/part-time content farm migrant worker. (The copywriter part is less frequent and more rewarding.) I live with a cat named after a Legend of Zelda character and a software engineer/graphic designer. We (the human and I, not the cat and I) met on our college’s student newspaper four years ago. Now, we’re married and we like to make fun of each other while playing board games of German origin.

Generally, I enjoy my life. I think I’d get more out of it if I had some kind of career move in sight. But maybe, just maybe, if you keep following along, you’ll see me get there in time.

This seems awfully weak for a first entry on what will likely be an ongoing blog. If this were Xanga, and it was still, I don’t know, 2007, I’d post a picture of a fennec fox at the bottom of this post and call it good.

Now, I’ll just call it good instead.