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Clear Signs the World Really Did End in the Year 2000 and I Am Now in Hell

June 8, 2001: Suck.com* goes on permanent "summer vacation," proving that (at least on the Web) nothing good can last.

August 16, 2001: I go to a job interview, completely blow it, and realize in the process that there is no way I would want to work there. Worse, I sense that I will be offered the job regardless.

August 17, 2001: I am offered the job.

August 22, 2001: Faced with the prospect of living with my parents or burning through my savings, I accept the job.

January 14, 2002: On a whim, I attempt to audition for the Blue Man Group. After proving that I meet the physical specifications, I am asked to mimic basic drumming moves, whereupon I and the bored audition-holders discover that I possess no rhythm whatsoever.

March 24, 2002: A Beautiful Mind wins the Academy Award® for Best Picture. Memento is not nominated.

April 5, 2002: I turn 24.

July 22, 2002: I am still at the job and completely uncertain of future plans.


The worst of it, I think, is turning 24. Conversations with others experiencing the Terrible Two-Dozens have confirmed that it is a miserable and vexing age. No longer able to pass for "college-age" but still having to pay an extra $20 per day for car rentals, it's an uncomfortable squeeze: I'm a legitimate adult, but I'm not really prepared to run forward with it. My career ambitions are still uncertain and there really isn't any structure I can look to for guidance (excepting the shimmering dream of grad school--whenever adulthood gets too oppressive, there's always option of grad school!)...what's a boy to do?


*Media and cultural criticism. Not porn.
peachy as always, Mike at 7:07 PM