Transition Costs

It's been some time since I posted something on my highly popular blog. It really has more to do with my laziness than it does with my busy schedule. Since my last post, I had a few minor adjustments in my way of life. For example, I finally moved out of Athens. Yep, after four and one half years in the classic city, I packed my things and moved as far away as i could -- forty three miles down highway 78 -- and moved in with my folks in snellville (though legal documents will show that it is indeed MY home, but that's for another post).

If you don't know anything about me, you at the very least know that I have a big family -- 10 people in all -- which makes for some interesting housing arrangements. It's hard to find a place that has 7 seperate bedrooms. Therefore, my moving in meant that I'd have to share a room with one of my brothers -- a la the dorm years in college. Needless to say, I started building my very own bedroom in the rarely-used dungeon that is our basement. What started out as a simple plan quickly became a slight hassle.

It sounds like an easy job, building a basement bedroom. I mean, Jesus was a carpenter, and he seemed to have a lot of free time on his hands. I figured it would take no more than a good weekend and maybe $500 in expenses. Boy, was I wrong! It took me practically all of June and the costs stumbled into a grand faster than I could say "how much would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood" five times without messing it up (I finally got it right on july 12, if you're wondering). But I did manage to finish up the basement, save for the minor things.

As June came to a close, I completed two of my three pillars of ultimate "transition". I had moved out of my cozy apartment in Athens, and moved in to my newly built basement bedroom. All was right with my world again. I had finally settled back into some sense of normalcy. No longer did I have to get up at 7 in the morning to hammer nail into wood. I could finally relax. And as I did just that, I couldn't help but think about one minor problem with my plan. I forgot to complete the third pillar of my "transition"-- the one I so cleverly forgot to mention (for dramatic effects, mind you), which was to find a JOB. How could this be?

I graduated in December -- more than 7 months ago -- and for whatever reason, be it my bad B.O. or a tight economy, I could not for the life of me find a non-pizza delivering job. You'd think after all the job applications I filled during my seven months of search, someone would eventually bite. But, here we are, about to enter the eighth month in the calendar year, and not unlike what's happening with my job search, I am still holding out my hand, outside a customer's home, waiting for change. I guess you'd have to chalk all this up to "transition costs", and for whatever it's worth, I am all out of such funds.