For The Loser Now...

"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'."
- Bob, of course.

I'm playing this song over and over again right now. I'm feeling down about the job hunt, seriously down. A few people have told me that I'm not going to find another job in my field and I need to think of something else to do. It certainly seems like this is the truth. I have next to zero prospects right now and nothing seems to be coming on the horizon.

I have no idea else I can do that's viable. It seems all the things I've come up with requires training/schooling or a risk. I'm really not up for taking a big risk right now. If it was something really incredible I'd consider it but I can't really think of anything that would work.

Here are some things I've come up with:

• Some kind of art tour guide or art teacher (at least 4 years of school for me).
  
• A sommelier (at least 2 years of school for me.)
• A contract worker (the most obvious thing to do but it's not making me happy to consider the idea).

I've always wanted to work for a while and then travel for a period of time, then work some more and then travel, etc. A contract position would work for this lifestyle change but the thought of having to deal with the instability and the change in my lifestyle is incredibly stressful to me.

I'm so fucking upset about having to figure this shit out right now. I know, I know. I gotta figure something out, I have to think outside the box. I know. I know.

I feel like such a loser. I keep telling myself the wheel's still in spin. It's not going to be this way forever. I know it won't. I can't believe the only solution out there right now is to either become an entrepreneur or to completely change careers. Fuck.

Oh, and if you know me, don't bother calling. I'm not going to answer my phone for a while or my email. I'm sick and tired of being told I HAVE to figure this shit out. Leave me alone.