Its the end of the night, and Scott and I are finally retiring to our respective beds. Tomorrow morning is yet another 'big day.' Scott has an interview with the Washington Report on Middle East Affairs, wherein he would be a 'Bookstore Director,' where he would manage the daily operations of the storefront to the report and also contribute to their publication in the form of book reviews, etc. My first venture of the day will be meeting with the Chief of Staff of the Honorable Charlie Dent, representative of PA's 15th District. After groveling for an unpaid internship of some sort and the ability to run around in a suit in the capitol, I move on to my later appointment with Travelex Co., who are a financial institution specializing in international transactions, with whom I would be analyst #9948473838392-11B. . . or something. In all honesty, it could be an amazing opportunity, hence the reason I am scheduled for the interview.
So while we have all this in the works with just a little over a week fully transplanted in DC, I look over to tell Scott in a regulation 'pillow chat' session.
Aaron: I wish we could have just went out tonight, woke up and went to our respective jobs.
Scott: Well, that could be next week. . .
And with that statement, the perspective of our current situation comes into light.
I love black and white, and and what we have had has been nothing but grey. God willing, next week will provide some black, or even white. But chances are. . . grey will remain in the forecast. Till tomorrow.
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Entry One
"Oh, Washington, D.C. - Neat-O! What are you doing there?"
I could say, "Unemployed" but it sounds dirty. I'm pretty sure you would have had to have a job first and lose it to be 'unemployed' anyway. I prefer to describe my current situation as 'prospecting', however 80% of the time 'begging' would be more accurate.
Hello. My name is Aaron. I am 23. I am moving to Washington D.C.
I graduated in May 2010 with a Liberal Arts Degree in Philosophy/Spanish (a recipe for straight cash) and largely direction-less. The hazily conceived 'next step' was wearing a crisp grey suit, power lunches, self-righteously shouting into a Blackberry, and getting your shoes shined while reading the Wall Street Journal.
Thus far, I have completed one of the above. (Its a really nice suit.) Otherwise, I'm in the midst of finding my way. I would lie if I was not to say I'm confused, slightly frustrated, with momentary bouts of lost. At this point, I just want to travel the Mediterranean peeling potatoes on the yacht of some oil rich Arab Emirate, but something tells me I have to become disgusted with convention first.
Plus, I already signed the apartment lease.
Enter Scott, one of my best friends and now roommate in our English basement apartment situated in East Georgetown. He is also 'prospecting.'
Whether you are family, friend, visitor, or yet unknown stalker - Welcome. Thomas Hobbes once said that 'opportunity + hard work = luck'. Follow along as I get lucky, or not. Regardless, it's going to be some type of ride and at least a half-decent story.
Also, If you find this poorly written or uninteresting, I don't care. My Mom is going to love it.
-Aaron
I could say, "Unemployed" but it sounds dirty. I'm pretty sure you would have had to have a job first and lose it to be 'unemployed' anyway. I prefer to describe my current situation as 'prospecting', however 80% of the time 'begging' would be more accurate.
Hello. My name is Aaron. I am 23. I am moving to Washington D.C.
I graduated in May 2010 with a Liberal Arts Degree in Philosophy/Spanish (a recipe for straight cash) and largely direction-less. The hazily conceived 'next step' was wearing a crisp grey suit, power lunches, self-righteously shouting into a Blackberry, and getting your shoes shined while reading the Wall Street Journal.
Thus far, I have completed one of the above. (Its a really nice suit.) Otherwise, I'm in the midst of finding my way. I would lie if I was not to say I'm confused, slightly frustrated, with momentary bouts of lost. At this point, I just want to travel the Mediterranean peeling potatoes on the yacht of some oil rich Arab Emirate, but something tells me I have to become disgusted with convention first.
Plus, I already signed the apartment lease.
Enter Scott, one of my best friends and now roommate in our English basement apartment situated in East Georgetown. He is also 'prospecting.'
Whether you are family, friend, visitor, or yet unknown stalker - Welcome. Thomas Hobbes once said that 'opportunity + hard work = luck'. Follow along as I get lucky, or not. Regardless, it's going to be some type of ride and at least a half-decent story.
Also, If you find this poorly written or uninteresting, I don't care. My Mom is going to love it.
-Aaron
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