Running Out
In two days and four hours I’d have been officially unemployed for a month; it’s not really a cause for celebration but making it sound like a statistic (ala Pushing Daisies) somehow helps me put it into a less emotional category. So my time’s running out and so is all my money. I don’t know what else is there for me to hold on to especially since falling this hard and this low kind of requires a much bigger push and a much bigger support system. But I’ll get by, I guess. I just have to constantly tell myself, like hypnopædia, that “Everything happens for a reason. There is something out there that is meant for me.” Ugh, I wish it were that easy.
Today I woke up feeling awfully terrible. As much as I wish I knew why, I’d rather not delve within my inner emotions only to uncover something I wish I hadn’t. Yes, it’s called denial or rather, escapism.
Last Friday, I had attended an interview with another magazine. Publishing companies are awesome but it’s damn stressful. I wasn’t particularly impressed at the location of their office, then again no publishing company has a kick ass office space anyway, so it’s forgiveable. But what sold me to the company was the venue of our interview – a nearby kopitiam. Haha. And no, I’m not being sarcastic.
One of the reasons I would love to work for this company is the quality of their magazines. We all know my previous experience with one (ehem) churned out an awful lot of shit, not to mention that it was a total waste of the Earth’s resources. Anyway, I love this magazine because they have awesome photos, compelling stories, and a dedicated 84% of kickass content. I think once they got the quality of their content down to a T that the advertisers came out of their own accord, or at the very least, made the sales person’s job easier. I mean, with a magazine like that, it’s easy to sell.
Well, from our – me and the Business Development Manager’s – conversation, I think I’m sold to him already. When he found out that I came to Singapore without knowing anyone, he was rather impressed. However, we’d have to wait it out till November as the Publisher is out of town. I hate waiting, seriously. So while I wait, yet again, I’m just going to have to keep busy. How? Why, study a new language of course! Yes, I’m self-studying Spanish (brushing up on my basics, more likely) and I’m going to be writing out a couple of articles. Ooh, my freelance writing career might just take off, you know?
Life of the unemployed is no fun. Well, maybe if I wasn’t so broke it’d feel like a vacation. Unfortunately, I’m dead ass broke so you could just imagine the horror and the stress levels I’m in right now. Not funny at all. Blech.
