People Are Overrated

Yesterday my roommate told me she didn't think I should have a job where I worked with other people. This was in response to me coming home last night and immediately sitting on her bed to whine about my new job. The job I have had for all of one week and that I had been searching for for over a year. The one that I flipped out about when I finally got it because it would presumably demand more of me than my previous positon which largely involved putting romance novels into boxes and shipping them to Latvia. Well now I've started and I'm freaking out because it's something new and I don't know where things are or what I'm doing or how I'm going to adjust to working in a one room office with four other people when I'd gotten depressingly used to being a drone in a honeycomb of cubicles in a giant corporate building. So basically I'm going to be frustrated no matter where I am and what I'm doing which has led me to believe that there is only one option: freelance.

I used to think that I would go crazy if I had to spend the day alone. Without the distraction of other people around I always assumed I would devolve into a depressive recluse who sat on the floor attempting to braid the cats' tails together and writing poetry with my menstrual blood or something. After two full years of going off to work every morning and pretending to be a grown up though I'm not so convinced that hanging out by myself in my apartment could really be any worse for my mental health than spending 8 hours a day in a cubicle.

So now my new mission in life is to find a way to make this happen. I don't really know how to go about this and I know that it won't happen overnight, so for the time being my plan is going to involve updating my blog more frequently than oh, once every two months in the hopes that someone important and influential will stumble across it, decide I am the brilliant new voice of my generation and offer to "freelance" me a giant advance for a book or series of articles full of my general observations and musings. Because that's how it works right? I might be feeling a little restless right now, but starting with this post I am clearly on my way towards years of happily isolated success.