October 7, 2009

These days are so long any more. They start at 6:30 in the morning, after I've hit the snooze button as many times as I can, only to roll out of bed, and without showering or eating breakfast, put my clothes on, take my bookbag and leave for work at Starbucks.

I've been ashamed of working for Starbucks ever since I started there again in the middle of August. But I guess I have no one to blame but myself. Luckily, the economy is so bad that other people seem to understand why I did it. Working there is so juvenile, though. I certainly seems like a person of my age does not fit in. Especially considering that all the other people that work there are either in college or just finished college, aside from myself and my former roommate.

I'm starting to get to know the people I work with, which has interesting consequences. I kept my distance from so long because I didn't want to get emotionally wrapped up in more new people. I guess I can't avoid it, though. I love meeting new people. I'm constantly looking for new networking opportunities. It's just a part of me.

Especially since I feel somewhat older and wiser, like I've been around the block a few times, and I've made a few mistakes, I feel like I can sort of be that older brother-type and help out when I can and give advice when necessary.

But at the same time I'm still a lost little boy, and that makes me feel like a complete failure. Age 25. Position: barista.

So I've decided that need to find a new job. An adult job. A job that allows me to make more money while fulfilling a career path that I wouldn't be completely dissatisfied with.

Last night, after watching the final installment of Ken Burns' The National Parks, I briefly looked online for National Park Service jobs, then continued looking for non-profit type jobs, until very unexpectedly, I found something that would be perfect if I were to get it.

The thought of this potential new job has made me very happy, and I came home after work today to go right to work on it.

For two hours I worked, and improved my resume to a point where I was very happy with how it looked.

I knew I had to go over to the studio today to work on things for my website, as I was having a meeting with my website builder later that evening. I took a lot longer on my resume than I thought I would, though, and I skipped running, took a shower, and headed to the bus that takes me north.

I enjoyed a delicious steak burrito from the Mexican restaurant across the street from the studio and watched some SNL on Hulu before my meeting started.

Doing anything over at the studio is always a blast because there are always a million things going on. Rehearsals, people moving around, people moving out. It would probably seem like a very odd place to hold a meeting. But that's where the internet and I were at the time, so it worked.

Things are going very well with the website building. At least it seems that way from this angle. I can trust that my friend works very hard and knows what he's doing, as I've seen his previous work and I have no idea what he's talking about half the time.

After the meeting was over, my other friends (a couple) left the studio to go to the performance of one of the other studio mates. The band is called Man Bird Lion, and it is a very loud, but very precise noise rock band. Let by a female singer that probably weighs about a hundred pounds, they blend elements of indie rock, heavy metal, and folk, creating a new and very interesting sound that I expect to hear big things from in the future. They have a good strong mass appeal that I think will serve them in their budding future. Not to mention that their band name is so fun to say, I dare you to try and stop. Go ahead. Man Bird Lion. Try not repeating that in your head from now until bedtime.

It'll be especially harder when you hear the music.

The one downfall I can say for this band and this time of music, is that it really is too complex and broad to be contained in a tiny bar in Williamsburg. It's the kind of music that really should be played in stadiums, or at least big concert halls.

That's enough out of me, I'm going to bed.