Job Search

It dawned on me today that I am trying to dive into a completely impregnable job market. Since I am 19 years old, I have limited skills, limited job experience, and limited education; though I am working fervently on the latter. It's easy to conclude that American jobs mirror the American socio-economic hierarchy. Plenty of career jobs available for people with a long list of credentials and those who are perfectly happy working at KFC, but nothing for those who are just on their way up. It is an unhappy reality for nearly everyone I know.

My self-prescribed remedy; not to sulk, reminisce about less stressful times, and remind myself of the things I do everyday to make myself happy. My family and faith will always pull me through the rough patches. There are ubiquitous people I'm fortunate to have, that ignite a hunger inside me to wake up and fight for a more rewarding life, day in and day out. There are people who protect the flicker-flame inside my soul that drives me: they give me something easily given, but difficult to take. They give me consciousness. Thanks to those aforementioned, and a hand cast forth to those in my future.

Rumors of Rain

For the last few days I've been eyeballing my "dashboard" (for those who don't have a mac, it's a page of helpful widgets), and more particularly the weather widget. The Inyokern area was forecast to receive rain on Monday, Tuesday, and now today: so far there hasn't been much more than a few drops. As far as I can see, whoever supports the weather widget for mac, must think it's fun to play a cruel charade on the dry, dusty citizens of the Indian Wells Valley.

Year-to-date, Inyokern, Ca, has received roughly 0.5" of rain; not entirely a monumental figure. To a former Seattleite, the promise of rain in a place so dry carries "biblical" helpings of excitement: Expectations of difference in a place where everyday is the same is not merely something you take for granted. Apparently this thought never crossed the mind of the forecasting "experts." I hate to use my first blog post to whine about how lousy Inyokern is, because this blog isn't a 14-year-old's "bitch book." However, certain aspects of this place are irritating to the point that I can't help but write about them. All the negativity this place bleeds, serves as fuel for my escape, which is helpful: I can't wait to get myself down the tracks.