nth degree

I read the digital clock on my laptop. 3:18.

3:18 AM PST. Portland time.

No, I have not changed my laptop timezone yet because, frankly, I don't want to. It still makes me feel connected to home. Home.

I am sure many of you must be sick of my bitching and moaning about being homesick. If I were you, I might be sick of me, too, so no hard feelings. In my defense, when I started this blog I never placed any parameters on what topics I could or could not pontificate to the nth degree. That is the righteous beauty of an online journal: I get to spew out random thoughts on cyberspace and you have the luxury of reading it. Or not. I, however, maintain the benefit of clearing my head, knowing that at least one person (thanks Mom) sympathizes with me.

So here it continues:

The goal of today is to enter one coffeeshop and ask for a job. Once I've completed my goal, it will be easier to repeat the action again in a second or third coffeeshop. Much like how Parkinson's Disease afflicts the ability to initiate movement, given a reason to move (like stepping over an obstacle to avoid tripping) and patients can continue walking on their own accord. Given a reason to find a job (i.e., no money), but secretly scared of rejection (because seriously, how have I gone THIS long without knowing how to make a cup of coffee), once movement has been initiated, it should be easier to continue the task of job-hunting.

In conjunction with seeking a "time-filler" job, I have also submitted my CV and cover letter to the Science Gallery, an interactive museum dedicated to presenting the world of science in an engaging and comprehensive format for all ages.

www.sciencegallery.org

Perfect, I know. There is also a similar position open at OMSI in Portland. Stay away you job-snatching scientists!

Now the burning question:

Do I work some menial job just to get cash, then go travel for 5 weeks with a special someone before returning home and starting the job search on familar and well-suited soil...

or...

do I start the job search in an unfamiliar, less-suiting city, but with the added challenge and glory of self-education?