Caught in the Act

Monday, December 6, 1999

I slept in this morning. Could be because I didn't fall asleep till around midnight, I suppose. Anyway, Jev got up and got ready for work, then came in here to the computer and goofed off for a while, as he usually does. As he was messing around, he stumbled across my previous two journal entries, which I hadn't posted anywhere yet.

When he came in to say goodbye before heading off, he mentioned the entries, and said a few things. For one, he says that at work, there are rumblings that they may need another Technical Writer, hinting that maybe that was something I'd like to do. I immediately countered that I don't have the training for that sort of job, but his response is that they currently have college students doing it as interns. I didn't say it, but I'm sure those college students have at least taken a Tech writing course. Still... it's something to think about.

One of my first thoughts was that it was a job I could probably do partly from home -- but then that kind of defeats the real purpose in me trying to get a job, doesn't it? Another thought that occurred to me is that Tech offers a Technical Writing course online... but then, I can imagine how much that would cost -- especially before I've lived here long enough to qualify for in-state tuition.

Jev also suggested that maybe I should look and see what the community college is offering in the spring. But that just brings up a whole string of questions to wrestle with: How would I get there? How would I get to my classes, especially when it's still cold out? How, how, how? I really don't think I can handle going back to school and having to walk to classes. The community college in Missouri was okay because everything I went to was in one building, where Mom could drop me off at the front steps, but I doubt the one here is the same.

He brought up a couple other ideas too... like dragging me down to Greensboro to meet a certain author whose books I've beend devouring recently, and getting him to give me a 'pep talk' and get me writing again... or suggesting that maybe instead of writing, I should pursue art... digital art, that is.

I still don't know what I want to do with myself, though. Yes, I want to get out and meet people and have a social life. Yes, I want to do something with myself besides sit around and play computer games, and clean the place when the mood strikes (which is not near as often as the apartment really needs it), and cross stitch when I'm on a stitching binge. I just don't know what. Still.