While my Muse gets to see the World (she actually sent a letter yesterday saying she is not planning to come back any time soon) I carry on with my routine: Class, Interviews, TV... I am seriously starting to think that if I really want to find a job I have to step out of my comfort zone and start looking for the unexpected.
This morning, I was lost in such thoughts about the job market when I read an email from a friend, and she made me feel a little less alone. "Mal de muchos, consuelo de tontos" which means that if a bad thing happens to a lot of people, it feels less bad somehow. Sorry but I am no translator, so if anyone has any suggestions on how to translate this saying, I accept any kind of help.
The email had this link attached:
http://video.nytimes.com/video/2009/04/17/business/1194839618058/life-after-wharton.html?ref=business
I deffinetely feel less alone.
Thanks Lu. I think we should keep looking though, things don't usually happen if you just sit around and wait for them to actually happen.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Muse on Hiatus
My creativity seems to work just like TV shows, and right now she's on hiatus. Still don't know for how long since she never tells me when she plans to show up, but she's been gone for almost two weeks now, and I'm starting to be a little angry at her.
Maybe it's time to fire my muse and hire a new one.
Maybe it's time to fire my muse and hire a new one.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
What if?
Today I'm going to entertain you with some very random story that I came up with a couple of seconds ago. And I know my friends already think I write very weird stuff, and that I seem to have no shame for letting everyone read it, but I really enjoy this, so I'll keep doing it for as long as I have something (no matter how stupid) to write.
So everyday at about eight o'clock we have to take the trash out to a small room in the common hallway of our floor in our apartment block (is the description clear enough? hope so :P). I hate to do it, but it has to be done, and while my mom does it if she's at home, when she is not it is me who does it, even if I'm wearing my PJs and my face covered in green cream and my sister is perfectly well dressed cause she just arrived home... the trash room is seven steps away for any apartment in the floor, so it takes like ten seconds to take the trash out. Really easy. That's why I never take the keys with me, why should I? I'll be home in ten seconds right?
So here comes the "what if" randomness: What if one of those days I take the trash out when nobody else is home the door locks accidentally behind me? just today I was wearing my Miffy PJs and walking barefoot through the common hall. What if there was some kind of air draft that locked the door? I could picture my self taking the lift to the bottom floor, walking across the huge porch to the entrance of the three-building complex and asking the doorman for our spare keys. That's when I decided I'm going to start taking my keys with me next time I have to take out the trash.
Things happen, you know?
Fyi, this is Miffy, created by Dick Bruna: http://www.miffy.com (just in case someone sues me for using pictures that are not my own on this blog- better safe than sorry!).
So everyday at about eight o'clock we have to take the trash out to a small room in the common hallway of our floor in our apartment block (is the description clear enough? hope so :P). I hate to do it, but it has to be done, and while my mom does it if she's at home, when she is not it is me who does it, even if I'm wearing my PJs and my face covered in green cream and my sister is perfectly well dressed cause she just arrived home... the trash room is seven steps away for any apartment in the floor, so it takes like ten seconds to take the trash out. Really easy. That's why I never take the keys with me, why should I? I'll be home in ten seconds right?
So here comes the "what if" randomness: What if one of those days I take the trash out when nobody else is home the door locks accidentally behind me? just today I was wearing my Miffy PJs and walking barefoot through the common hall. What if there was some kind of air draft that locked the door? I could picture my self taking the lift to the bottom floor, walking across the huge porch to the entrance of the three-building complex and asking the doorman for our spare keys. That's when I decided I'm going to start taking my keys with me next time I have to take out the trash.
Things happen, you know?
Fyi, this is Miffy, created by Dick Bruna: http://www.miffy.com (just in case someone sues me for using pictures that are not my own on this blog- better safe than sorry!).
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