It's rough out there.
Jun. 11th, 2013 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carolinecraneSince we last spoke, I have walked the dog a lot and applied for a bunch more jobs. It's tough out there! I've been applying for anything I'm even remotely qualified for in any part of Florida I think I could stand to live for awhile (i.e. Not The Middle, basically) and even the positions I'm super qualified for aren't calling. Granted, the wheels of county HR departments turn very, verrrrry slowly, as I well know, so I haven't given up hope. I'm just not that patient.
In the meantime I have begun wearing a cheap pedometer, just to keep track of how far the dog and I go on our thrice-daily adventures. My record so far is 6.5 miles in a day. But as it turns out, my cheap pedometer is measuring for an average size step, not my tiny baby steps, so it's been shorting me (no pun intended) miles, and therefore my record 6.5 mile day was probably closer to 7.5-8 miles. True story.
It's no wonder I'm in constant pain lately. And taking her to the dog park doesn't substitute for walking, because she still refuses to run when there are other dogs there. As a result, I am always tired.
I want a new tattoo, but a) I do not have any money, and b) what little money I do have has to go into my savings account so I can eventually move.
I never really talk to anyone anymore. I can't figure out if I'm isolating myself on purpose or if I'm just not that interesting without fandom. Funny how friends just drop out of your life. I mean, mostly I don't even care, but sometimes I do. Sometimes.
In the meantime I have begun wearing a cheap pedometer, just to keep track of how far the dog and I go on our thrice-daily adventures. My record so far is 6.5 miles in a day. But as it turns out, my cheap pedometer is measuring for an average size step, not my tiny baby steps, so it's been shorting me (no pun intended) miles, and therefore my record 6.5 mile day was probably closer to 7.5-8 miles. True story.
It's no wonder I'm in constant pain lately. And taking her to the dog park doesn't substitute for walking, because she still refuses to run when there are other dogs there. As a result, I am always tired.
I want a new tattoo, but a) I do not have any money, and b) what little money I do have has to go into my savings account so I can eventually move.
I never really talk to anyone anymore. I can't figure out if I'm isolating myself on purpose or if I'm just not that interesting without fandom. Funny how friends just drop out of your life. I mean, mostly I don't even care, but sometimes I do. Sometimes.
