It's Like I'm Back in High School

So I went ahead and did it. My long hair rebel days are now over and now I'm clean shaven and sporting the same hair cut I wore oh some seven years ago. I hate to admit it, but I kind of like it. Maybe this combined with my unique skills and talents will impress someone enough to get me a job. One can only hope.

Interesting side note to the whole job thing. My girlfriend suggested that I go back to the magazine and ask for my old job back. As tempting as that paycheck is (that is when she bothered to cut it on time), I have no desire to put myself back into that situation again, even if it was only a stop gap measure. Maybe it has a little bit to do with pride, but I left because it wasn't a very good situation for me, and I'm not convinced that the situation has improved since my resignation, especially since the intern that came on after me decided to pursue another job only after a week of working there.

But what do I know? Pride certainly doesn't pay the bills. But I have no guarantee that they would hire me back or be able to make payroll on time. Personally, I like my chances better out here.