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I want pizza and beer. in The Best Coast Life

Revised: 10/03/2014 11:28 p.m.

  • Oct. 3, 2014, 7 a.m.
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I know I haven’t dedicated a lot of time to writing in a while. It’s my own fault, but sometimes its better to just reflect silently rather than vomit it all back out onto paper. digital or physical.

I went to a job fair this week for EdTech and I met a company, General Assembly, and I feel like the match is perfect. Really awesome people, I even got so ballsy that I asked the hiring manager if she wanted to go out for drinks next week. She said yes. I suggested a dive bar and pizza and she said hell yes. I’m pumped, more because I feel like I’m networking with the people I want to work with, but also I’m networking the way I want to. Not getting all fancy or doing any bullshit, just me, myself, and some beer.

I’m not sure I want divulge a lot of what happened in Denver. Some of it was me being frustrated that Novio couldn’t or didn’t take off from work, so he spent most of the time working remotely. Another part of it was I hated Denver, all the concrete and boring-ness. I think I just hate any city that isn’t NYC or SF. Call me snobby, call me whatever, but those are the best cities in the world. But mind you, I love and adore the wilderness that is the Rockies. Estes Park, Boulder, Rocky National Park, holy hell!! Beautiful views, wild elk and deer, fog and orange sunsets. You can’t beat it.

Anyways. I have thirty minutes left at my desk and it’s killing me. All I want to do is leave and get out of this place. I feel trapped at my desk. And when I feel trapped I feel anxious and angry.

I want to go home.
My frisco Home.


Last updated October 03, 2014


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