Dinhternet

(Been on a Sub­lime kick lately, so I’ve been lov­ing this song.)

I came back from my Min­nesota vaca­tion this year with the work­ing assump­tion that I wasn’t going to law school this fall. Got my last offi­cial rejec­tion let­ter a cou­ple of weeks ago, and I’ve been pussy-footing around. Well, no more. I put in my notice at the end of work today… my last day with Gray & Prouty will be on the 17th.

In the mean­time, I’m look­ing for a place to lay my head down in San Fran­cisco. Actu­ally, I’m look­ing for both an apart­ment and a job, but I’m hop­ing that if I just move out there, my chances of get­ting to inter­views and such will be bet­ter. Also, I can try free­lance cod­ing to hold me over while I look for some­thing more permanent.

If you can help me at all on either of these fronts, please let me know! Ide­ally, both my job and res­i­dence would be in SF, but I’ll hon­estly take any­thing in the Bay Area. Also, I’m look­ing for some­thing law and/or com­puter ori­ented, but again, any­thing will do. I’ll take any foothold to greater opportunities.

Not as catchy as Wal­ter­nate. (Yeah, I recently caught up on Fringe. It did get more inter­est­ing as they built up the mythol­ogy, so thanks to every­one who rec­om­mended that I give it a sec­ond chance.)

But any­way… as I switched from com­puter sci­ence to psy­chol­ogy, I thought about going into clin­i­cal psych work. But among other things, I was scared that I would be too tempted to mess with my patients. In another life, I could really see myself doing some­thing like this:

(from Sat­ur­day Morn­ing Break­fast Cereal.)

I would be the best psy­chol­o­gist ever. Until a for­mer patient killed me. Thu H, did you ever have this prob­lem dur­ing your training?

More and more, this is what work feels like to me:

(from Pic­tures for Sad Chil­dren.)

There are a lot of fac­tors that go into moti­va­tion — growth, cre­ativ­ity, pur­pose. Every day, I feel like my job lacks those qual­i­ties. I’m learn­ing less and less. I have no oppor­tu­ni­ties to do orig­i­nal work. I def­i­nitely don’t feel like I’m mak­ing a dif­fer­ence. In short, I’ve basi­cally hit the level cap of my posi­tion. In fact, I bet I could make a script to run on my com­puter that would do my job for me. I won­der how much my boss would pay for some­thing like that.

There’s not really much in the way of advance­ment oppor­tu­ni­ties here, either. And even if there was, I’m not sure I want to pin all my dreams on this com­pany. Any­way, I can’t wait for a freak­ing accep­tance let­ter. I’ll go any­where now. Even Lin­coln. And I’ve started dis­cussing other back-up plans with cer­tain indi­vid­u­als who might be able to help me out.

If only I had fore­sight in my col­lege years. Could have saved myself a lot of trouble.