I had a nervous breakdown yesterday for a variety of reasons, and as I sobbed on my bed in a bath towel I felt like a complete mess and wondered what I could do to drag myself out of the rut I have been in lately.
About two hours later, I went to work at the federal courthouse and sorted through suits. As I joked with the guys from Bloomberg and the Trib, I realized that the only time I’m fairly happy is when I’m at work. Lame? Kind of. But I really love my job. I love the people here for the most part and I feel so lucky to have a job I enjoy. I also got my first byline in the Metro section today for a lawsuit I found. The thing I worry about most is losing my job for whatever reason, which is a feeling I can honestly say I have never really experienced. For the first time in my life, I am making money and really happy with both of my jobs.
I picked up loads of hours over the past few weeks, but ended up giving all of my extra money to the city because they towed my car again. I really wish I could get rid of my car, but the Grafton is nearly impossible to get to without it, and there is just something about that piece of junk…I worked so hard to pay it off and put so much money and energy into it that I can’t bring myself sell it for the roughly $3,000 that it’s worth. So I have pretty much accepted the fact that I’m going to have car drama forever. Or until it pushes me over the edge for good.
Tonight is the Rilo Kiley show. I’m sure I’ll have a good time, although the Riv won’t be nearly as fun as seeing them at the Abbey. The new album was also pretty disappointing, but (for once) I agree with the Pitchfork review:
“To be fair, most everyone would be well served giving in and enjoying Rilo Kiley's pop for pop's sake, smart, dumb and especially smug in equal measure.”
What else is going on?
Oh, I have a stupid crush on someone I totally need not to have a stupid crush on. It’s real ridiculous. Just like that sentence.
And my birthday is in a few weeks, so send me blank checks.
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I think D-Rock and I can make it. We like to crush things: bugs, beer cans against our foreheads, hopes, dreams... etc.
Woah, woah, woah there, Mr. Eric. I've never successfully crushed a beer can against my forehead, but it certainly wasn't for lack of effort.
Are we going to practice this at said meeting?
lol. sometimes i want to shoot myself in the face.
Oh yeah, and congratulations on the byline in the Metro section the other day too. It's certainly not "lame" to love your job. When you're happy, we're happy too.
D-Rock-
let me clarify that the only experience I actually had crushing a beer can against me forehead came when I passed out while trying to drink from an empty PBR can. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to practice this any more as I have since switched to bottles... I mean, c'mon, think of the mess. Lets just stick to the endurance aspect of the whole case scenario.
Oh, yes, and Jenny, congrats on your by-line as well. I'm gonna rush out and get a Sun-Times soon with the sole pourpose of looking for your name and to see how much better I would've photographed something... Maybe I should put some pants on first, though.
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