I’ve been writing these entries on my phone lately, which is such a pain in the ass; however tonight is slightly notable so I need to do it.
Tonight is the last night I will be sleeping at my apartment. The lease is up in less than a week and I didn’t renew it. Starting Monday my house will once again become my primary residence. We will see how long I hold up doing the commute everyday. If I decide it’s not worth it I will maybe consider finding a job closer to home.
To be honest I haven’t been very happy at my job. You don’t see me complain about it ever on here, because that’s not really my thing. Besides, it’s not the job of my journal / journal community to listen to me complain about everything - that’s my friend Sconer’s job 🤣. Joking aside, I find it hard to complain about work at a time where many people are struggling. My job is paying me very well and I’ve been stockpiling a lot of money.
We were sitting around in the break room today at work and I was only vaguely paying attention to the conversation that was taking place in the background. Someone mentioned about how many people are unemployed in the US right now. I heard someone else quickly reply,
“Yeah, but those people are losers.”
That made me laugh. I mean, it’s not true. People who are unemployed right now are not losers, but I knew what he meant. For instance, if I lose my job, I will not be laid off for very long unless I choose to be.
Coming up in a couple weeks is my one year anniversary from starting this journal (please don’t get me anything). The reason I started this journal was because last year I found some writings that I did from when I was 17. They were embarrassing to read. My grammar was disgusting and nothing I wrote made much sense. It made me happy to see how much I’ve progressed since then and I wished there was more entries to help supplement my bad memory from those days.
Sadly, the past year hasn’t been very exciting due to my job change and Coronavirus. I’m hoping I have some more fun experiences to record during this next year of my journal writing.
Something funny: when I started this journal a year ago I had never heard of the word “Prose” before and I didn’t know what it meant. I kept forgetting the name of this site. It wasn’t until a month or so later I was taking an online grammar class where they kept referring to this person’s writings as “Prose” that it finally clicked in my brain. 🤣🤦🏼♂️