I have returned from the mysterious, non-blogging world of, er, not blogging.

I have officially been unemployed for going on seven months. The economy is about half of the reason for my sustained unemployment (retail jobs in Memphis are virtually nonexistent at the moment). The other half is a cocktail of procrastination; complete disgust at dealing with another dead-end, soul-crushing retail job where I make about $7.00 an hour and smile at people who seem to think that I am not a person; and anxiety. I also have things I want to do, but don’t want to ask off for. Telling a brand new employer that I cannot work the twenty-fifth because I have to go pretend to be a zombie somehow doesn’t seem like a good first impression.

I’ve kind of decided to abandon my former retail servitude and try my hand at waiting tables. Hey, as long as I’m doing dead-end, soul-crushing work, I might as well make enough to kinda, sorta survive on, right? If I can pay off my medical bills, get rid of my college debt and go back to school, and get an apartment, I will be a happy girl. If not, I will acquire a sugar daddy. Y’ALL DON’T KNOW ME! WHATEVUH! I DO WHAT I WANT!