DO NOT WANT

This is how my I felt during my Job Search in October. I was so over finding a job. I'm not even going to talk about it anymore. I had just renewed my NJ car insurance (exorbitant!), and I miss some of my east-coast peepz (I'm a tiny white girl... I'm not sure I can use the phrase "peepz" but... eh. what the hell). Really, I was ready to resign myself to hoboism and crawl into my crappy cardboard box on Vine. Making friends? Also apparently overrated.

But hey, look at me, I can be an optimist too!: Plus side - I have some version of all the clothes drawn above, including that super sassy suit in the first frame, although it's got pants, not a skirt. I'm such a fashion plate, I amaze even myself.

EDIT: And as always, events did not occur as shown. This is just a reflection of how I feel.

My Boxwarming Party

This didn't come off as funny as it seemed in my head. But maybe that's because this comic took me a whole 2 weeks to get together. I'm a loser. This was the last day before I left California to go back to Jersey. It was starting to grow on me. Just a little.

Cue Futuristic Music!

If I really don't want to live in a box in California, I'd better be making a small fortune and not eating (so as not to waste resources).

It's apparently really hard to find a nice place for less than 700k.

Corporate Love Slave

This entry is reprinted from the summer of no jobs:

As I continue my search for a summer job, I'm reminded frequently by my mother that the pursuit of money knows no shame. Thusly, I face down the task of working at HomeDepot, horrors of horrors.

I imagine myself decked out in a hideous shade of orange that both clashes with my skin color and works to make my self esteem drop to a negative level (heretofore, never deemed possible).



One might think that if I keep complaining of having no money, people might actually start believing me and forcing me to take jobs working for THE MAN.

Hear this world: I work for no MAN. Two of my previous jobs have actually qualified as goverment jobs (as scary as that sounds), and there's just too much paperwork to make it worthwhile. Meanwhile, my more recent government job had set me up with a government e-mail account, courtesy of NOAA, through which I attained all the nuances of the RAINBOW OF DOOM (also knows as the color-coded terrorist alert). I continue to point out that Bush, or whoever decided to put this terror level thing together must have failed out of preschool at least once, since every idiot knows that the rainbow goes Red, Orange, Yellow, GREEN, BLUE. Not BLUE, GREEN. Of course, back in the day, teachers would pass just about anyone, yeah?

Anyway, the point here is that, despite my need for money, working for corporate America doesn't quite appeal to me. But, mmmmmmm, beech shavings....

My groove: I'm feeling broody and artistic. Somebody should send me some black culottes.