Where I am
Good day, folks! In light of my lack of recent bloggeries, I felt it sporting to drop a few humdrum details of my recent livings.

Improvisational pursuits are pushing along nicely. I'm currently in level 4B at Improv Olympic, meaning I have about five months left in their program. Meanwhile, I'm finally starting to gain some comradery with my classmates outside of faces I see for three hours a week. A few of us broke off and started our own team. We don't have any shows yet, but for the moment we're rehearsing once a week and at the very least keeping our brains fresh between classes. I'm also about to start writing classes at The Annoyance.

All's well on the lady front. I don't understand why people break up with their significant others and then say "Well, at least I'm free now." I've never felt more imprisoned than the time between breaking up with Heather and hooking up with Lisa. Every time I went out, I always had to look my best, out of fear that I would meet the love of my life and she wouldn't take me seriously because I had a neckbeard and a gaping hole in my jeans, or write me off as gay because I was dressed like a watermelon. But as it stands now, I enjoy a great deal more liberty. If the only clean clothes I have are unflattering, fine. If my bedroom is in a sorry shape that would scare off an unexpected lady visitor, the danger is moot. I'm a lot better at keeping a woman than I am at getting one, so I'm in my element now. Of course I still try to maintain my appearance, and still try to pass myself off as an appealing specimen, but there's a lot more room to do what I please.

Chicago and I are getting along, now that I've survived the murderous winter. I love chasing down buses, and being able to walk most anywhere I want to go, even though all my driving soundtracks are collecting dust. I suppose I'll have to bust out the iPod at some point.

My living situation is still working out. Sharing a three-bedroom apartment is a lot different from sharing a dorm room; Zachary and I survived for three and a half years with a co-existence largely powered by the strength of our friendship, but now I'm living with people who have opposite schedules and personalities. They're at work when I wake up, and asleep when I come home. For the most part, all they know about me is the messes I leave behind. So I've had to man up and do my best to keep the disarray largely confined to my bedroom. Everything else- most notably, spending my leisure hours without waking them up- is second nature to an amateur ninja. At this rate, I plan to stay here for a good while.

The one thorn in my side continues to be my job. Yesterday we had a meeting announcing the implementation of General Service Staff. As it stands, I am a dining room server; I work only in an area where people are sitting down to enjoy their meal. Elsewhere in the building, cocktail servers wait on people playing billiards or shuffleboard, or maintain booths in the arcade area. But these designations have been eliminated, and soon the two staffs will become interchangeable.

I have no interest in the idea of my charms being viewed as a distraction from video games. It appears it may be time for me to become a full-time job hunter. I don't want to abandon my employment without finding a suitable replacement, especially in an economy like this. But the sad truth is that I may never find another job without first feeling the urgency of unemployment. I have enough savings to survive several incomeless months, a girlfriend who hails from an impoverished background and knows how to make a dollar last, a simple mind that can be amused cheaply, and intel that suggests that this is the prime time to find another serving job. I can only hope my motivation will strengthen in this time of need.