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..: A New Schedule of Nothingness
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Did I ever tell you how I got my job here at the Revolution? I was between jobs for the summer of 1996. I had escaped the clutches of the wicked witch of Torrance, and was living at home. A few months had gone by, and I was tutoring at a facility in Cerritos with Tim. He taught random things, and I taught design or something like that to a class of 2. And one day, my mom says to me, "When are you going to get a job?" And I say, soon. Like August. So August comes around, and I think about going back into the workforce. The normal workforce. The summer had gone by so quickly. I remember my first day jobless that summer, how I drove around Cerritos, stopped at Best Buy and Walmart. I felt so out of place without a job, with nowhere to go. It was a dream come true to have absolutely nothing to do, but only 2 days into my new schedule of nothingness, I grew depressed. And later, angry. For no apparent reason. It was pretty lousy.

So my mom says get a job. I was a graphic designer at the time. Graphic designers have portfolios of stuff they have to carry with them to interviews. And those portfolios have to be fresh, and look good. Ugh, I didn't want to do any of that. I didn't want to go to Kinko's hell and print more color copies of my semi-recent work. Thanks to my last job, I had no art that wasn't "privileged and confidential," so I was left with the same portfolio I graduated UCLA with. I wasn't looking forward to returning to the market.

So I prayed. I remember praying rather specifically. "God, please send me a job. I don't want to do the portfolio thing. I just want a job. Please have someone call me and give me a job."

The next day, I got a call. My old friend Yush called. His company was about to enter a merger, and they were short a few bodies. They needed people. I went for an intervew the next day, and had a job the day after. By week's end, I was moved out and living in West LA again. Prayer: answered.

Thus started the most rewarding and most difficult years of my life. The adjustments were hard, and for most of the first few years, I was the one who needed to change, who needed to grow up.

I'm not sure about these days. Times are once again, very hard. My optimism is draining away. I am Charlie Brown, trying to hold the cereal and milk in my cupped hands so that the milk doesn't seep through my fingers.

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