FAB, week 2

Day 11. One more seriously disastrous "interview" later... Turns out marketing sometimes means door-to-door salesperson on Craigslist job ads. In the ghettos of Brooklyn. We're off to a better home environment though, the apartment is slowly but surely feeling more like home. Yesterday was an adventure, finding an open laundromat in the midst of a snow storm. It was literally a snow day, with tons of schools, restaurants- and, apparently laundromats- closed. So i trekked through the blizzard of snowflakes drenching my face and managed to make it home with clean clothes. I felt, sadly, accomplished. Does it say anything that getting my laundry done in the span of a day constitutes a feeling of pride and accomplishment? These days I try to enjoy the simpler things, sigh. I cleaned the place, bought a shoe organizer to hang on the door and suprisingly, it made me feel much better. Men have no idea how lonely and lost a woman feels when her shoes are in dissarray. WHERE IS MY OTHER MICHAEL KORS PEEP TOE?? That is a heart-attack on a stick. Once I get a bed in my room, I'll feel like this is reeeeally home. I can't decide what would make me happier- a real room, or a real job. Maybe thats the problem- we just never seem to be satisfied with where we are in life. Theres always another stage we're desperately trying to get to. Look at people who work, they're all working towards the prize of RETIREMENT. But how bout once you reach it?? I think the trick of being jobless is remaining satisfied. You cant expect the job to fall out of the sky, thus the 16 hours a day combing the web and e-mailing out the resume...but you can enjoy a snow day with the blinds up, some hot chocolate and Ellen Degeneres in the afternoon. Why sweat it? Oh yeah, okay, sure....besides the fact that i need to pay rent. and buy food. pssh.