another week of unemployment in review

One thing summer HAS brought me is the British Beer Co. in Pembroke. Every Thursday after my weekly sign language class (the only form of scheduled events I have), Zan and I make our way to our new not-so-local favorite. Needless to say, the combination of my fiery locks and incredible split personality upon the entrance of alcohol into my bloodstream has led to a nice little reputation for myself. That reputation being the girl who yells at the two-man cover band featured every week, mainly because they continually refuse me happiness in the...

because no one will hire me,

I have started this blog. I have also graduated college, moved back in with my parents, and developed quite a taste for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy after dinner with said parents, each of us with a glass of wine in hand. Thus, I have learned how to go from 22 to 62 in a matter of months. I have also learned to loathe unemployment, which turns out to not be all that of a difficult feat. Surprisingly, doing nothing all day with no form of commitment or responsibility is fucking awful. Who knew? Oh, how I would curse and shake my fist at my blank Word document during the days of endless research...