i can sum up 2007 in one word: failure. for explanation, see the bullets:
- i quit my job of almost two years for self-sanity. the people i considered friends in my department quit, so i saw no reason to stay on. (well, also, the company started getting a very sinking-ship feeling to it.) except...this proved to not be the best decision in the long run of the year. sure, i was treated horribly for my two-week notice period by the assholes in my department, and treated pretty horribly for the three weeks i freelanced there while they searched for my replacement. and sure, it took me almost two months to get one of my invoices paid out. and yes, the company laid off quite a bit of people since i left. but if i had stayed there, i'd still be employed. i'd be crazy and probably drinking more, but i'd have a job.
- the freelance gig i got immediately after said previous job turned out not so great, which i should've known it wouldn't because i was super-excited about working there. i never worked enough hours there. people largely left me alone and didn't try to talk to me. i kept on justifying it by saying, well, i'm just a freelancer there, so they probably don't want to get too attached. but, being me, i took it personally and over-thought about it. then the company lost an account and had to let me (and a bunch of other people) go — the week before my birthday! and then it took me a little over a month to get my last few invoices paid out. the gig ended up costing me more money than it was worth. i never made enough there, and i had to start digging into my savings while i contracting there.
- i've been unemployed since then, and have thus fallen into a pretty bad depression. my savings are running out. i keep applying for jobs and not hearing anything back from said places of application. there was the one, two-week respite in november when i got a short-notice freelance gig, and yes, that paid my bills for december, but it was a stopgap. it's been a little over four months now of unemployment. that's the longest i've ever been unemployed in the past seven years. and then, two weeks ago, and i was trying to keep this under my hat because i didn't want to jinx it, i saw that texas monthly had an ad up for a copyeditor position. an immediate opening. and from the ad, it seemed like i was more than qualified for the position. except apparently not, because i haven't heard back from them. and, you know, if it's an immediate opening, you'd think they'd jump on that shit. there's also the fact that i keep on apploying for receptionist or admin. asst. jobs, especially ones that say "no experience necessary", and not hearing anything back. and that hurts even more, because it's jobs that don't require any experience, and i'm still being turned down. the fact of the matter is, i've run out of options, and i'm going to have to suck it up and start looking for a job in the service industry, i.e. restaurants or convenience stores, which, well, a lot of the places near my apartment have big "now hiring" signs in front of them. so that's what i'll be doing this week, and hopefully one of these places will hire me, because, well, i'm fucked financially, plain and simple.
- i actually completed my daily photo projects, but i wouldn't call them a success. the whole point to the daily photos was to: 1) see if i could actually finish it, since i do have a tendency to start and drop projects pretty quickly when it gets too difficult; 2) experiment with my camera and see if i can improve my photo-taking skills; and 3) see if i can get over my crippling shyness and take photos of myself or other things in public without being extremely self-conscious about it. i only accomplished the first thing.
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