i still don't have a job. i keep using excuse after excuse. not acquiring a proper outfit for interviews (although i may have that now as i purchased some clothes this week). haven't yet dyed my hair to look presentable. having to be chauffeur to twiddle thumbs who has a job. although that last one is no longer true. twiddle thumbs hates her job and is quitting immediately. tomorrow her car will be ready from the shop so neither one of us has to depend on the other for rides. now i'm free to go and get a job, something fantastic. there are no more excuses. but i think deep down there is a part of me that doesn't want to face reality and get a real job though my vacation and transition phase is long over. it's the part of me that is tired of doing jobs i don't like just because i depend on the income such jobs provide. i need to become proficient in things i like to do. though i wonder if i would still enjoy it if i did it for living.