In case you haven’t gathered from my previous posts, job hunting in this city really sucks at the moment. Really. Unless you want to wait tables, work in a hotel or start a career in fast food in the suburbs, there’s not much happening. I went to talk to the guy at Trax yesterday and although messengering sounds like a fun gig… 5.50 an hour isn’t enough to pay my rent and say… eat as well.
I’m getting my buttons online, but I doubt I can make a living on that. lol I’m also going to be putting my t-shirts up again. I have a new Brakes Suck one that I just sprayed to see if I like it. I like it. It’s all bright yellow and brown and red. Yay.
C’mon, you know you want it.
E-mail me for details.
Other than that I’m just bummed out in general, reading about just how fucked up this city is.
Starting to wonder if my future should be held in a different city.
It’s dawning on me how much I doubt New Orleans will ever get it’s shit together. Perhaps the Saints are a metaphor for the city as a whole. So much potential, so much promised, so much loyalty… but we all know we’re still gonna be disappointed at the end of the season.
