i need a job and i wanna be a paperback writer

Not dead. Have been alternately bored, blocked, or busy. Unemployment sucked, but working a mindlessly boring job is no great shakes either. I found a spot as a data entry monkey and started today. Slowest day ever. Tomorrow I go back dressed for comfort and with a fully loaded iPod (I'm light-years behind on the whole podcast thing but I'm trying to fix that, so if you have any faves, let me know. Right now I mostly have tons of NPR.) and things should be better. My professional life is obligated to get better, right? Because it can’t get much worse.

Good things have included going to the beach on an absolutely perfect evening , having a picnic and watching the sun set. Reminds me why I’m here. Went to a hip little tapas place Friday night. Sittingon a sunny patio and sipping Bellinis and eating duck confit and poached oysters with truffle butter is something a girl could get used to. Followed by a glass of sangria on the quiet bamboo decorated patio of a tucked away little bar and then on to the best chocolate cake in the history of chocolate cakes at Extraordinary Desserts. Orgasmically good.

We’ve joined a Unitarian church, which is interesting, due to the whole lack of creed thing and a mix of people that includes Christians, pagans (cue Dar Williams song here), and atheists. After service on Sundays we go to the farmer’s market in Hillcrest (a lot of my favorite activities tend to take me to Hillcrest) and snatch up fresh veggies and fruit for the following week’s meals and then enjoy a really tasty lunch, like a feta, corn, and jalapeno tamale, a squash blossom quesadilla, and a pineapple agua fresco. Yum! And laying out on a blanket in Balboa Park reading, listening to Andrew Bird, and eating plums is a perfect way to while away an afternoon.

So a crappy job seems like a small trade-off for all the fun I am and will be having off the clock, but I’m not going to be fully happy until I find something I can do uniquely well and feel fulfilled by. And I refuse to believe that that’s asking too much.