A Stain On The Underpants Of Society

Things are exactly as I expected: stagnant and unchanging. I sit home everyday writing copious amounts of emails and "professional" cover letters to prospective employers and it goes nowhere. Sometime they will write back and apologize for how long the process is taking or with cheerful, but vague comments like "we havn't forgotten about you!" Seriously, If I'm not cut out for the job, let me know before I get dropkicked in the face with poverty and despair. For some reason, my advisor for the Student Peace Alliance of Rutland County, Carol Tashie decided that perhaps the Rutland Coop could offer me an interview. This is after an exchange of emails where she persisted that they wouldn't hire me because I'm looking for "full-time professional work." I can respect that. But it really does suck that with a college degree, I'm suddenly over-qualified for any typical job and not quite cutting it for the real jobs I want (or maybe I just don't have patience when it comes to the job search). Either way, I guess I'm going into the Coop tomorrow to have interview at 10:30 AM, which also means I should probably go to bed very soon.

So SPARC has been setting up a concert series for the UU Church in downtown Rutland and I'm really excited, but I'm also concerned about one of the bands I've invited; After The Fall. They're great guys and I've seen them play at Valentine's in Albany, NY with Only Crime and Outbreak, but they're really adamant abuot getting $50. Now they're not being total asswipes in the sense that they won't play if they don't get the dough, but they seem pretty convinced they can get the money. Now, Dianna and I are taking our personal money to rent the UU Church in the first place and The Jonee Earthquake Band is also out-of-state, with The Denton Affair coming from White River (my band is too local to get paid.....but I don't care anyways). So basically it wouldn't be fair to pay ATF more than the other bands. We also went out of our way to re-schedule the show for them after they double-booked themselves (apparently they didn't have confidence in me securing the church for the 20th, but Dianna and I were on that shit). I understand that gas prices are going through the fucking roof and that they're on tour in support of their new album and 7", but SPARC is a non-profit organization with next to no resources. I hope they don't get pissed when I can't give them $50.

Not much else is going on. I freaked out yesterday though and decided that my Castleton degree meant nothing and spent hours researching graduate schools online. Well that really pissed my mom off. She said "it would be a mistake" on account of the dwindling U.S. economy and that she wouldn't give me a penny in aide. "You're on you're own with that," she said. I don't blame her. However, she has a Master's Degree in Art Therapy. But I guess you need that label in her line of work, yet my Dad still makes more money thatn her and he's a colleg drop-out. Life is a flummox. I think I just need to have more patience with finding work and if I do land a job I like, then I'll forget about graduate school period. But if someone would pay for it (I.E. Employers), I would enroll in a heartbeat. But seriously, fuck all you privileged PhD types out there who get down on me for not enrolling before I graduated. Your family paid for all your education (especially you Sanjukta! remember....your dad was the CEO of Shell Oil....OH THE HYPOCRISY).

So what else is grinding my gears (reference to Family Guy, DUH)? The Rebuttal. I don't know what those fuckers are up to, but it is apparently taking them almost a week to review my 600 word article about John McCain opposing the Fair Pay Act. My first draft of the article went off on the deep end, when I tried to connect the "stalwart" senator to a methadology of "fathe knows best," but backed it up with insufficient sources. Thats understandable, but my second version directly quoted a women's law journal and basically had no personal opinion. I figured that would suffice and it would be published by now. I guess not. Christian said he would get back to me at night...but that was almost two days ago. I don't know. Besides the fact that I share important criticizms with people, I don't see much motive for writing for them much longer, especially if they can't pay me, which is what they first promised, once I garner "increased readership." Well thats a load of crap. Well I hope they don't read this. But if they don't publish my article, I'll just put it up on here.

Wow I'm fucking tired. I need to find my alarm clock too.