It’s back to the grind. Normally I don’t like that phrase but today, perhaps, it is appropriate. I’m caught between the giant millstones of ennui and inevitability.
[omitted: Non-profit organization] didn’t work out. They wanted me to come work for them, but I can’t afford the drop in pay, and the notion that I could lose my job in a heartbeat is unsettling. I do not like my current situation, but it may be the best option to stay in it and ride out this recession. I really wish I had more options.
Classes started up last week at SJSU and as an Open University student, I’ve been struggling to find a public speaking class that isn’t already full. Tonight was my second trek to downtown San Jose and I’ve come back home empty-handed. If I can’t find a communications class soon any hopes that I have for matriculating in the fall are shot; I need this class in order to transfer.
I met a guy on the lightrail today who has Surly’s Long Haul Trucker. He was decked out in a windbreaker, reflective vest, reflective pant-cuff retainers, and helmet-mounted lights. I imagine that he’s a very visible rider. He appeared to be a little nerdy [addition: and very softspoken!], but this guy is now my new bike hero. I should have told him about Bike Party, but I hadn’t thought to at the time. It’d be cool to see him there.
Sleep Calls.