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Monday, March 21, 2005PPS
Aaaah, a beautiful, gray Monday morning. It's now day six of being back in the blue dot in a red state called Austin, Texas. It's great to be back, but I must admit I'm dealing with a little bit of PPS. File it in the Mark Phillip glossary near CWO 'cause I've found it to be a symptom of PPS, and close to its scary cousin PPD: post-pardum depression. That's right folks. I have a nasty case of Post-Paradise Stress.
I am quickly learning about the annoying trifecta that is looking for a place to stay, looking for a job, and shopping for a car.
How do I get a place without a job?
How do I get to the job without a car?
How do I get a car without a mailing address?
How do I get a job without a mailing address?
How do I search for a place without a car?
How do I get a car without a job?
It is circular and quite maddening. Much like rock/paper/scissors, except (as anyone intelligent knows), nothing beats rock.
Anyhoo, as I deal with solving the conundrum of the car/job/home trifecta, and as to ensure this blog won't go the way of my bank account the past few months (it's funny cause it's true...), I'm instituting a new gimmick: Guest Blogger.
If you're clever, you already know who it is.
Comments
Bre:
Is it me?
Gosh, Mark. All you had to do was ask.
03/22/05 09:51 AMMark:
um....urrr....ok.
03/22/05 11:51 AMjen:
:0 good luck on figuring out the trifecta.
it's a tough one, but I have faith!!
03/23/05 01:12 PMbeth:
hey, that's the same problem I had a couple of months ago. Except I also had no PHONE.
I had a breakdown, actually. but it was also due to hormones, so consider yourself lucky.
I have faith, Mark.... you gots more skills than I do, and I found a job.
03/23/05 05:50 PMrlo:
yes beth, but mark isn't white. sorry mark, it's true. i feel your pain man. i FEEL. YOUR. PAIN.
03/23/05 09:38 PM