My, my, my, that was fast, wasn't it? Here I sat upon my mountain of childish arrogance, thinking that I was safe and secure at last after some tumultuous months out of college. I'd been working part-time, barely making my loan payments, but had finally been taken on as a full-time employee, with a wage boost to boot. I loved doing what I did, and I was quite excited for the future, especially since I could afford both food and gas for my commute! A novel prospect, indeed.

And then, because of some fairly unfortunate events that were out of the control of most everyone working for the company for which I, too, was employed, the majority of the employees, myself included, have been laid off, through no fault of myself or anyone else, of course. Alas, here I find myself, pushed back into my parent's home, my original nest once again, embarrassed and floundering, but not quite drowning, at least not yet.

It just wasn't meant to be, I suppose. Perhaps fate has something even more fulfilling in mind for me. Time will tell in the end, as it always does. I just wish that it didn't have to be so dramatic about it.

It's a funny thing, this journal. During my drive home, I thought about what I would say, because I feel that, at the very least, I should offer some sort of explanation concerning what might be happening in the short term of my life, considering it will likely have an effect on the material that I'm able to post, but I really don't know what else to say. At any rate, I felt I owed at least a sliver of explanation to you all, to whom I owe more than I would have originally expected.

Needless to say, I've never had less of an erection than I do in this moment.

And damn, I feel like an apology should be in order toward the handful of new watchers I've gotten over the last few days. (An influx that I'm fairly certain I can trace back to a particular, commission-related event.) I'm sorry that this self-concerned whine-fest is my first communication to you, at least in any official sense, but have no worries. I'm usually a much more chipper person to interact with, I promise. (At least I try to be.)

Ah, c'est la vie, and what will be will be. Back to the job hunt I go, and while I will likely, for the time being, remain an unproductive, horrible piece of garbage, I won't completely stop writing. I can't, not anymore, so there will be more content in the future, including a piece I just finished during some idle hours a few days ago. So there's that. And hey! I get my last paycheck on September fourth, which happens to be the day I was born so many years ago! Happy birthday to me!

TL, DR: Some shit went down, yo, but it's far from the end of the world.

P.S.

After re-reading this, wow, do I sound bitter. Might be the freshness of it in my mind, but a hour can really soothe some feelings, methinks. It's upsetting, and frustrating, yes, and I do feel a little let down, but it's not all as bad as I originally make it sound. I've just suddenly got a lot of work ahead of me, work that I thought I was finished with for a couple years, at least. Naive, I know, but like I said... childish arrogance.

Sigh...