Celibate in the Suburbs

In honor of the "Sex and the City" sequel and my seemingly endless relationship with unemployment, we re-enter the blogging world. I have officially been without a steady and reliable income for almost two months and I have to say, I'm not liking it. While the freedom of waking up whenever the spirit so moves me is absolutely delightful, the inability to budget in a night out with friends simply because I want to buy groceries for the next two weeks is depressing, to say the least. In all honesty, I could find a job within the week, but it would be exactly the same as the last job: completely draining and nowhere near where I want to be professionally. I left to find a career, not a job. But after the only three jobs that actually held any sort of promise rejected me without any semblance of professional courtesy, that feeling of empowerment that overwhelmed me when I gave my notice went out the door, sprinted down the street, and hopped a bus to the next state.

The last of my savings has just been mailed to the Navy Federal Bank to take care of June's rent. Thanks to my parents' generosity, a week of sanding, scraping, sweeping, and painting took care of my cable bill, groceries, and a much needed bottle of wine. Now we're at the moment when I decide if I give in and go for the job that will pay my bills but destroy my soul, or hold out for the career I've been waiting for. Decisions, decisions. While discussing my employment dilemma with my aunt/landlord, she suggested I take to the blogosphere. Carrie Bradshaw wrote her column based on her life and it got her a multi-book contract and freelance work with Vogue. Granted, Carrie lived in New York, had an active dating life, and wasn't afraid of spilling her friends' dirty little secrets. I live in Portsmouth, have zero luck when it comes to guys, and respect my friends enough not to share their private, albeit sometimes amusing, relationship issues. After relaying all this to said aunt/landlord, she paused in a moment of thought, then brightened up as inspiration seared through her, raised her hand in the air in triumph and declared, "You could write a book. Celibate in the Suburbs." I think it's clear why this woman is one of my favorite people in the world.

Citing the "Julie/Julia Project" and its subsequent movie deal, I choose to blog in fervent hope that someone, somewhere will find my musings somewhat interesting. Now if only I had a clever hitch to charge along my giddyup of a blog...