life in purgatory/unintended vacation

ah, purgatory. stuck in the house all day, doing nothing but chores, wasting away the day watching TV/reading/on the computer, and pretending to give a crap about my future, and maybe applying for some jobs. when I do get my hopes up for a job app, however, there's a lot of waiting and anticipation (less, now) for word on whether they consider you worthy enough of their time and consideration to send you an email to bring over for an interview. and until that happens, I keep doing the above.

so. much. waiting.

if this was any summer in the past, this would have been a good vacation: lazy days of doing absolutely nothing, "office space" style, except I'm playing video games and not brazenly asking out the cute waitress at the local Tchotchke's.

but no, it isn't just any old summer that I just waste away while waiting for school to start again, for a few good reasons:

-school ISN'T starting up again (at least not for a while) (implication: I'm NOT going back to RPI for school for a while. and even if I do by some freak anomaly of luck, it will never be the same.)

-student loans will have to start getting to be repaid, aka I must now have to pay for my iniquitous American college lifestyle. which means bills. and the needing of money. LOTS of money. more money than I have ever seen in my life so far will have to magically come out of my hands like diamonds coming out of the hand of the Old Spice guy.

-needing money means getting a job. and, like, soon. obtaining a simple job at the local mom-n-pop-owned multinational franchise establishment or Sears is a little harder than I thought, much less a job that I'd actually like and enjoy because it requires special skills that I actually have (but can't really prove very easily). the reasons for this are similar to the ones from the previous post: a mix of overqualification (too skilled for an entry-level job that they know I don't want anyway and will quit for a better job at a zeptosecond's notice) and underqualification ("do you have any retail experience? no? how about customer service experience? no? lol, FOAD. NEXT"), which averages out to a whole lotta nothing, unless I try to channel my inner con man and talk them into hiring me. (is that gonna happen? not a chance, unfortunately.)

-getting a job means having experience. getting experience means having a job. getting a job means having experience. and so on, ad nauseam; thus goes the paradox that I'm in. gah, I wish I didn't have to get my foot in the door of success, in favor of just kicking the damn door down. it'll take a lot of work and testicular fortitude, but it may be worth it. now, if I wasn't such a wuss...

okay, back to work/whatever...