Day 10

I missed the last five days, my bad, I didn't feel like writing. If you're upset with my effort, then you're just like my mom, and you can SHUT UP BECAUSE I HATE YOU!!!!! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!

Things are looking up. I've had a couple job interviews, and even though I've been wearing pajama pants for so long that all other forms of pants are now ridiculously uncomfortable, it felt good to wear a suit. I even went out to lunch in swanky downtown Clayton, and ate sushi. There were a couple of girls sitting a few tables over, I could tell I was getting some looks. They were probably like "Who's that guy in the suit? Ooo I bet he has a job, I bet he sells suits." It feels good to be somebody again.

But throughout the last few weeks I haven't been as attentive to a lot of my responsibilities as I should have been. Even though I may seem like a spoiled transient, there are people I've made commitments to, and lately, I haven't lived up to those commitments. With all the job hunting, resume writing, and e-mailing, I've really overlooked a great group of guys, and even though I may have quit on them, they never quit on me. So I'd like to thank my fantasy basketball team. Despite going through the toughest portion of their schedule, they came through for me.

I should have been there for them, making substitutions, adding and dropping depending on the needs of the team, and making sure the match ups were good. I realize now that although I've needed a job for a few weeks, I made a commitment to my fantasy team months ago. I'm pretty bad at organizing, so I prioritize my responsibilities chronologically, and if I abandon that, then what do I have? So thank you Dwight Howard, Amare Stoudemire, Brandon Jennings, Russel Westbrook and crew. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, you hung in there and showed me what perseverance is all about. You're a true inspiration.

So now I soldier on, seeking both employment and the right combination of NBA players to make me the champion of a fantasy basketball league. Because even though I'm competing against nine strangers, my victory will be sweet. Why? Because instead of knowing the nine people I've defeated, I'll have no idea who I beat. Which means it could be anyone. So now, whenever I see any stranger, they could be one of the poor losers who I crushed, and I will immediately know I'm better than them. And that's confidence that you can't buy.