No ambition
The Light of My Existence is threatening to leave me, because he thinks I have no ambition, and all I do is sit around playing on the computer. Right.
I sit around “playing” on the computer, all right. I don’t make much money at the moment, and spend a lot of time sifting through job listings, looking for legitimate local jobs amongst all the spam ads, making phone calls, and sending out resumes. I also spend some time each day working on increasing my typing speed. No ambition.
I freely admit that I read online newspapers and email my friends on a semi-regular basis. I also occasionally watch The Daily Show and/or cartoons on Adult Swim to cheer myself up after I read the news, which is mostly depressing. Sometimes I even write in this blog. However, most of the time I’m doing other things.
I’m frying my brain learning Linux and PHP… stuff that I can learn for FREE, and then take a few tests for under $500 to earn certification qualifying me for a $70k job that I would actually enjoy. But Himself thinks it’s all bullshit, of course, because I have an immediate goal of using my new PHP skills to redesign my personal website. No ambition.
I’m working on an outline for a novel that I have pledged to write in the space of one month. No ambition.
I’ve started transcribing (with much cringing)Â a drawer full of fading love letters my parents saved, which my mother wanted published after their deaths, because they were a biracial couple in the Deep South in the early Sixties, and she thought it was important to someday have their story told.
No ambition.