Rat Race

And then it hit me. I'm back in the US. Feeling like a car going out of control and about to crash into the wall of reality! Have to take control of my out of control life. Enough of the suspense. Life has to be lived and worked. I need to get a job. Sent out my resume to a couple of schools and some firms hoping that its meagreness would actually be worthy of being looked upon by the powers that be. I am not very picky. Any job will do. I will just have to deal with the psychological implications quietly, in my own time. Fingers have been perpetually crossed. How I wish I could be on vacation mode for all eviternity and be paid at the same time. But, alas, a pauper's life means to toil and moil until the joie de vivre gets sucked right out of you. Time for the rat race. And off we go!