Following yesterday’s sentiments where I felt that UHLC’s counselors are only hounding me with job [note: not career] opportunities so the school can boost its 2010 graduate statistics, I got a call from counselor BP today.
"Hello PerStirpes!" he warbled into my voicemail. "Just wanted to catch up with you and let you know about a great job fair that’s going be offered in the Valley! A lot of openings!"
The Valley? Where the hell is the Valley? The only Valley I know is the San Fernando Valley. You know, as in Clueless? Whatever.
I googled “Valley Texas” and my eyes squinted into slits when the computer flashed a map of the bottom. tip. of Texas.
Counselor BP might as well have left a message of “Hey PerStirpes! There are some jobs available in Mexico! A lot of openings!”
Well yeah. Because they’re in Mexico.
Grody to the max.
Anyway, when I went home last weekend, I found some books I purchased but never worked in the time to read. Because then came law school and I wanted nothing to do with laying my eyes on another piece of written word.
I’ve recently gotten back into reading everyday for pleasure. And I don’t mean just the ridiculous blogs I keep up with to find the latest news of the weird. I mean real heartfelt, raw literature. Beautiful language dancing across the page, enriching me with the life experiences of others.
I just finished Dry by Augusten Burroughs, a memoir about the author’s vicious struggle with alcoholism and road to sobriety in his twenties. [Apparently I love me some gay authors, but that’s a whole ‘nother topic]
This was one of the novels I bought way back around my early years of college. I got through maybe 3 chapters and set the book down. I didn’t get it. I couldn’t relate to Burroughs’ deep seeded need to consume until intoxication. I couldn’t understand his urge to escape from life’s polarizing pressures. I never had a reason to feel that way.
Then came law school. The bar. Unemployment.
Now I totally get you, Augusten. I totally, totally do.