It occurred to me that my last post sounded as though I was spreading the blame for my troubles to all but myself.  Sorry about that. I know full well that the credit for this situation is all mine. I knew full well that this living situation was temporary and yet I sat on my ass and did nothing to improve my lot. I got comfortable when I did not have that as an option. 

And now I reap the rewards.

 So when it rains, it pours. 

I'm having trouble. 

My job pays just enough to survive on, my roomie/host leaves for socal thursday, and I haven't confirmed a place to stay yet.

Toss in the stress from that along with disappointments in the realm of relationships and I'm just waiting for that last straw.

The one that breaks the camel's back.

Anyone want to start a betting pool on when that'll happen?

So I came to Las Vegas hoping to meet the man inhabiting my body. Well, I have learned a great deal about him.

First and foremost I'd like to apologize for coming off as needy. Such things happen from time to time. I have, though, figured out the reason behind that neediness and how to better define/explain it. 

Eddie is a social being. He has spent just shy of half his life making sure he always had someone to talk to, to hang out with. Without face-to-face social contact he withers much like a plant without sunlight.

(Hm... It appears I wax melodramatic.)

At least that's what I assumed for a while. I came to the conclusion last night at work that it's not necessarily the social contact that fuels Eddie, rather Eddie runs on hugs. Throughout his entire social life the one true constant has been that he never went more than a single day with out a hug. Hugs are special to him. He has never turned down a hug. And there are places in which his hugs are still spoken of, legends in their own right. 

Until I left California. Go figure, in California there is hardly a place I could go without seeing someone I know. I used to joke about it with friends. We'd go to the mall and run into a random friend from years back. "We can't take you anywhere, can we?" they would say. And i'd get a hug from my old friend.

Funny thing about moving to a place where you don't know anyone: you find that you don't know anyone.

Now here I am in beautiful, warming up, Las Vegas. I know few people and hang out with fewer. I have enough fingers and toes to count the total number of hugs I've managed to garner since I moved here at the end of November. I am trying not to be lonely, but it's very tough on me.

Maybe I'll try to set up a Free Hugs movement...

BTW... To those of you from whom I have received hugs: Thank you! I remember well each of them!

Wow, it appears that I may have a line on a place to call home. A place wherein i would actually have my own bedroom. With a bed even!

It's still very vague at the moment. Updates will show up as I get them.

I guess it's time for me to start looking into a mode of transportation.

I'm still hoping to get a motorcycle. Inexpensive is good!

I finally have a start date! I even know when my first paycheck will be coming my way!

I start at 3pm this Wednesday and I'll get my first paycheck on the 20th.

Wednesday is going to be a LONG day it appears. At 3 I will be filling out the new-hire paperwork and I should be done with that by 4. The next time I'm expected any where will be 8pm at the Sahara West apartments.  Google maps tells me thats about an hour total bus trip. I'm going to have roughly three hours to find something to do in. And I wont be getting off work until 4am.

Anyone want to hang out between 4 and 8 Wednesday? Preferably somewhere in the area of Rainbow and Sahara?

So this job...

I still haven't started yet as they are waiting for my criminal background check to arrive. I'm told its should be in no later than Monday.

This waiting is getting tiresome. 

I have become employed! Night Manager at the shopping center on the southwest corner of Charleston  and Sloan. 

So, I have succeeded, so far, at staying awake. Ever notice that it's more difficult  to stay awake when you are putting effort into it? How odd. I don't quite feel punch drunk yet. We shall see. Only about 12 hours left. 

I'm taking suggestions concerning activities to stay awake. My cell is the most reliable method to get ahold of me if you come up with anything.

Changes? Every change I have any real interest in these days are all within myself. I am already making great progress as I find smokes no longer taste good. I have 2 left and I'm not sure I'll be smoking them anytime soon. 

I have a meeting on Wednesday at 9:30am. This means that I'm going to have to head out around 6:30am in order to get there via public transit. While this is all well and good, there ends up being one problem: I'm usually asleep at that time of the morning. 

I have figured out a solution to this quandary! I need to stay awake until no later than 9pm!

Anyone up for anything?

I'm already bored, lol!