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Last day at work...

One gets that weird apocalyptic feeling on your last day at work, whether you enjoyed the job or not. I admit to feeling a bit weepy, although that may have been the beer I drank at my going-away lunch (check out The Cosmos in Old Town, Lansing if you like great pizza). This also may have to do with the fact that, well, I was just sort of kicked out on my ass by the college...anyway. I've determined not to dwell on it. It's gone, it's done, I got the t-shirt. Time to move on.

I've been sniffing around for graphic design jobs; I even applied at a print shop. I think my best bet is the print shop, between the two. Other than that I've got a couple other prospects lined up, it looks like, plus some good leads on commissions. In the meantime there's always Unemployment, although I hesitate to use it, as they made me pay it all back the last time I went on there...that was 2011, I think? And then two years later it's like, "Psych! That'll be $300.00, please." My real crime wasn't underreporting or overreporting or just reporting at all. No, it was not keeping the paperwork. I coulda shown the [expletive deleted]s that yeah, I really am on the level, no foolin, I'm just a li'l woikin mug down on 'is luck, like. Maybe it wouldn't've made a difference. Anyway, gotta pay the bills; even if I have to pay it back in another two years, at least by then I'll be relatively well-off (I hope).

Comics. Oh yeah, comics...well, we've had to put a halt on things. Not so bad, methinks, since we were in kind of a transition, anyway, so hopefully it won't be too bad. I've got the Etsy Store up and running, so there's some potential income. The biggest problem now is funding for marketing and such. Need funds, or no go, Sahib: that's what the adwalla says. I'm looking to take out a large personal loan from my credit union; of course, there's a bigger chance they'll say no if I don't have a job. So get the job first, any job, and then get the loan.

Yeah, things are kinda grim. I'm bummed, but in a superficial way - not a "Holy shit I'm out on the street now"-kinda way. We'll see how things go. In the meantime, stay tuned for updates and all that jazz.

Rick Out.

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