084048 All this required social stuff is driving me a little crazy. I don't mind smiling and saying hi to people & kids, but I have a problem with it when it's part of the job. I want the job to be concrete, brick, paper, ink, even pixels, muscles, dirt. There's a great cavern in the middle of my weekdays, that sucks up all my intellectual and social air. I'm not satisfying the Dos Passos requirements: not making (enough) money, not seeing the world, and while I am getting a sort of education, it's not quite targeted enough or filling the right lack at this moment. So I need to move. (2014)