Assurance of a Wish

Oh, how I love what I chose for my title. Do you feel the same way?

Well, onto the subject at hand, I made a revelation today (of which, at the time of writing this very bracketed sentence, is left with only four minutes) and it may help me secure a means of escaping from my ever-declining sanity. I have applied for three jobs, since I applied at a dozen others a couple months before. One of these jobs happened to be Wal-Mart, and in regards to that company, I am one of the many people who could admit to feeling guilty for shopping in such a place. The other two included the local movie theater, which has pretty poor screen sizes, and Atlantic Superstore. I'm perhaps more optimistic about the last of these, but most of this is because of encouragement from my mother. That kind of thing helps on these occasions, I have to admit.

It's only a matter of time before I even get a response from any of my possible employers. I'd like a fixed income because I have planned to bunk in with a friend, thus granting my chance to leave this horrid place sooner than I initially hoped. The plan in question is a good one and I look forward to it. However, I will play this plan safe and build up my finances for perhaps a month and then take off to bunk in with my aforementioned friend.

Well, wish me luck. I think I have a good chance of acquiring the position of Night Crew Clerk at the local Atlantic Superstore. I've never worked in retail before but you've got to start out somewhere.

Living in a Berg, and abhorring it all the way...

I live in a very dull, depressing place at the moment of writing. I don't have a job at the time and I am skeptical about getting one now. I want to go back to where I was before I moved in to this place with my family (this wasn't a voluntary move, by the way), but without a job and most importantly, without money, I can't. I am stuck here.

This prospect upsets me at this very moment. I have lots of things to look forward to where I wish to go back to, but as long as I am, as I feel it, trapped here, they're but distant dreams. At least, where I want to go, there's a job market, opportunity, post secondary schooling, and places to buy stuff that I want or need! Yet, there's little of all of those in this dump. Mostly what I am looking forward to is my social life, which was healthy where I was before this place, of which I have little here.

I may have came off as a depression case there, or something pertaining to social issues, and I can admit that I do have a problem with social issues. It's not that I can't build up much in the way of friendships or acquaintances here, but it's that I don't. I have a problem with generalizing people in this region, but from what I know of them already, I made and still make the effort to avoid them. They're bible-thumpers for one, and I don't bide well with such a crowd. They've also a strange attitude towards people that are not from the area, as in, out-of-towners. This is one of the reasons that the job market here, of which there's almost none, is a detrimental aspect to anyone's success in this dump. After all, it has the highest unemployment rate in the province at 9.8% last time I checked so this is firm evidence that there's this odd vibe towards people looking for a job whom none of the employers or townsfolk know. But I will try all I can to get a fixed income so that I can escape from this horrid town.

After all, I am looking forward to reuniting with a special someone where I am hoping to go. I have plans to go back by April '08. That is, if I can. My sanity is on the line as long as I remain here. I don't think I am a very healthy person here. My family knows this and they feel bad for me. But I will triumph over this berg. I'm not going to let my emotions get the best of me here, as I know that I won't have to be here for all my life anyway.

Here's to hoping...