Internutz

The life of the unemployed is an interesting one, one that I’ve become far too familiar with in the last year (or so) of my life. When in a position that I current am, an individual needs to keep themselves busy. Dedicating hours a day to the job search, sending emails, starting and not finishing stories, staying on top of opportunities, keeping track of the actions of your recruiters (and staffing agencies), starting a blog, writing in a journal, downloading music, etc… If you can coordinate to do some (if not all) of these things outside the confinements of the house that you’re crashing, then I believe you’re bound to keep your sanity intact, for the time being.

With this in mind, your livelihood can be directly connected to the strength of your internet connection. Living a one-bar connection? You’re living a one-bar life.

I’m currently in a new coffee house (mind you, I have relocated to Seattle and I’m fitting nicely into this stereotype). It is called Kahili and evidently their coffee is “a taste of paradise.” Whereas yes, they did serve me a mighty fine Americano… I always thought paradise would have a hint of coconut. Kahili’s atmosphere is much more contemporary, spacious and sporting a plethora of wall outlets… however MY FUCKING INTERNET CONNECTION is far from stable and I’ve been rendered nearly paralyzed, in a no-bar life.

Give me the stares of judgment from the crotchety bastards at Tullys across the street.
Give me the ability to listen to their elderly book club discussions.
Give me my damn, stable internet connection.

That is all.