why am i so depressed?
Thanks to the magic of the wayback machine, I found this page (titled “why am i so depressed?”) from the 2002 archives of a site I no longer maintain, written a few months after a completely unexpected move to the Bay Area. If it comes across as though I was not grateful for the leads and support I was getting, I’m sure that’s not the case. But you know how it feels when you have a real, complex problem and someone gives you flippant “worked for me” advice? That’s the scenario at play:
sample conversation of my life
part one
(you are any random person)
you: what sort of work are you looking for?
me: well i studied advertising, but i haven’t found anything up here. it’s a tough market right now, so i’m doing admin work until i can find something i enjoy.
you: you just have to know the right people. here’s someone you should call….
part two
(you are a friend of random person)
you: why did you come to Northern Cal? this is the last place anyone should come.
me: yeah, i’ve been discovering that.
you: seriously, why are you here? there are no jobs here. San Francisco is the worst place in the world for you to be. call me before you pack your bags. oh, and by the way, did you know your degree is worthless?
me: yes i did.
you: okay, as long as you knew.
me: um, okay, thanks for your time.
you: good luck.
