I got home just a few minutes ago and there was a pickup truck parked in the lot with its lights on. Since I would want someone to do the same for me, I went around knocking on the doors of apartments that still had lights on in the windows to try to find the owner. I understand that it's late at night and I'm bald (oooh! skinhead! ooooooh!), but nobody even opened their doors to talk to me; I had to shout through them like some kind of hoodlum. Luckily I found the owner on my third try. But I'm still irked by how the big 40-year-old hicks who live around me are too suspicious to open their doors at night for Shrimpy McCancerpants. Maybe I'm just too naive.

These days I'm trying to avoid making "today I did this and this and this" posts but today was actually pretty unique. Since I need a second job over the summer, this morning I applied for a package handling position at the FedEx delivery center nearby. It would be completely thankless, it's all manual labor and my shift would be from 2:30 to 7:30 in the morning. And all of this makes me want the job desperately. My life has gotten so comfortable these days that I really want and need something like this to come along and stomp me into the ground. Tomorrow I'm also applying for a simple clerical job on campus, so keep your fingers and toes crossed for me.

At work this afternoon we met our quota in a long-running project and got to leave three hours early with pay, so I chilled with Jon for a while before Matt and I went to a reading tonight by three local poets. I'm generally not a big poetry fan, simply because no matter how hard I try I always get distracted or drift off into my own thoughts during a poem. Tonight, however, I managed to pay (almost) complete attention and the poets were all very engaging. I haven't written poetry since my angsty high school years but it almost makes me want to give it another shot. It's not like I have anything to lose-- either I'll produce some good work or I'll have something to make me laugh in a few years, like my high school poems do for me now.

Time to print out my resume and get some sleep. If I don't post tomorrow, an earthquake musta got me.