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Plans, and the derailing of
Feb. 10th, 2008 10:37 am"Put your mind to it, and you can do anything." The implication being that if you don't accomplish something, it's because you didn't want to.
An aphorism obviously put together by someone who didn't have multiple bureaucracies standing between him and his goal.
Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I actually felt pretty good. I had a plan, I was in motion, I was getting ready to go back to a productive life and away from the static existence that comes from waiting for some bureaucrat to blow the dust off a piece of paper on which one's entire future rides. Today, I'm stuck. I have this desperate *need* to go out and do things to try and settle my situation, to get answers, to learn what I can do next.
Except that some moron decided it was a day of rest.
Spin the wheels. Make no progress, just dig deeper and deeper into the rut. Pack? Unpack? What about next month's rent? I promised my landlord I'd contact her as soon as I got back to Athens, to determine the rent increase for this year; it may be March before I get there, or later, and what happens then? I moved a lot of personal effects into that place; what if I end up getting evicted in absentia?
I've had my fill of waiting; I need to be acting.
Day of rest, my [the remainder of this post has been censored by the Department of Homeland Security]
An aphorism obviously put together by someone who didn't have multiple bureaucracies standing between him and his goal.
Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I actually felt pretty good. I had a plan, I was in motion, I was getting ready to go back to a productive life and away from the static existence that comes from waiting for some bureaucrat to blow the dust off a piece of paper on which one's entire future rides. Today, I'm stuck. I have this desperate *need* to go out and do things to try and settle my situation, to get answers, to learn what I can do next.
Except that some moron decided it was a day of rest.
Spin the wheels. Make no progress, just dig deeper and deeper into the rut. Pack? Unpack? What about next month's rent? I promised my landlord I'd contact her as soon as I got back to Athens, to determine the rent increase for this year; it may be March before I get there, or later, and what happens then? I moved a lot of personal effects into that place; what if I end up getting evicted in absentia?
I've had my fill of waiting; I need to be acting.
Day of rest, my [the remainder of this post has been censored by the Department of Homeland Security]
