on vacation


I got a new job, and I will tell you all about it soon, dear reader. I am still in journalism and still working on the web.

I am moving to LA (which my friends will find funny because I usually spout hatred about the city).

I am on vacation, though, spending time with The Boy for his birthday.

The short version: am alive, will post soon.

rant about moving

I called Dish Network last week to cancel my account. The guy said that I jsut needed to call back and it would only take five minutes to cancel, so I could call back the day i wanted to end service.

I realized later that I have a Dish DVR, which I guessed I had to return.

So I can tonight and get someone. She says that their service is down and she can’t help me. I tell her what the last guy said and apparently they need to send me boxes that would take 15 days to get there.

Would have been nice to know the first time I called.

So I ask if it’s just the DVR and remote they need and she says she doesn’t know, because the systems are down (by this time she’s not very nice, which I find odd, because I’m not being combative at all, just curious). She said there is some IM something I would also need to return. I ask her what that is and she repeats that she doesn’t’ know, the system is down. Well if you can tell me that people generally need to return it, I would hope you know what that thing is.

I am hoping they don’t need the physical dish back because it was already installed when I moved in.

I suppose I’ll have to call tomorrow and possibly move my DVR with me. This is more than annoying.

Whatever happened to customer service? First Amazon, now Dish?

roller coaster

Now that I’m thinking hard about this, I’m glad I’m moving home.

I can save some money, while I look for jobs and wait for people to get back to me. I’m so incredibly frightened by my future that it can be overwhelming.

While I remain generally optimistic about finding a job, I can’t help but think “what if.”

I’m scared. I am scared that while newspaper are failing and there is all this talk about revamping the way we do news, there are few jobs out there. I feel like I’m fighting tooth and nail for them, but I know that’s not unlike any other industry in the US today.

The recession.

I am scared that while I am planning to move to San Diego with my brother, I’m really hoping that I will find a job in the next month and I can move somewhere else.

At the same time, I’m pretty sure I’m a little depressed. I’ve sat in front on my computer for 6 hours today, but I’ve gotten little blogging done. I packed a bit.

I canceled my satellite.

I worried.

When I’m at home, I worry. I’m not really surrounded by a support system here. I love my friends in SLO dearly, but they have their own jobs and lives to worry about, no one needs to be spending time occupying my brain so I don’t panic.

It’s times like this when I miss The Boy the most. He’s been my constant for the past three years and he’s the only person I can really spill it all to. When I’m lying on my closet floor, freaking out, crying, it’s him that is trying to soothe me. And when I’m upbeat, he’s encouraging me.

I feel terrible about it, because we spend so much time nurturing my life that we rarely have time to talk out his problems.

I don’t want anyone to worry about my mental health or anything. I’ve been worse. I feel like I’m going through something important and I think I need to be totally out there about what’s going on.

Is it going to get me a job? Not really, but it’s cathartic and there needs to be at least one honest journalist writing about it.