Tribulations of the Holy City
He stumbled inside, panting. Without a wasted movement, he slammed the door and bolted it. He was still breathing hard as he walked slowly into the apartment. He stared in a daze, forgetting his shredded clothes, his cuts, and the dirt and sweat caked on his skin. He had made it. But for how long? It would all start again, eventually. Was there anything he could do? Then, he spotted the laptop and rememebered. Someone had to know. Ignoring the blood dripping onto the keyboard, he began typing...
Again I am guilty of being out of communication, but my reasons this time are a bit more forgivable: work. I'm an unofficial Charlestonian now (still need a place of my own), with all the merits and curses that come with it. On the plus side, I have friends nearby and things to do. Wonders! On the downside, I'm driving a lot. My car is beginning to feel like an excited dog who ignores you admonotions and knocks you down in order to lick your face or eat your hamburger. Or both.
My mornings are spent reading gas and electric meters all over Charleston. The only real downside is having to spend an extended amount of time in the muggy Charleston air. If the driving here doesn't kill you, the humidity will.
After that, I eat and shower, then head downtown for my much more enjoyable internship. It hasn't even been a full week yet, but I've already gotten to meet some new people and have an exciting project: a Ports Authority newsletter. There's already one newsletter, but it's only for employees. My boss, the director of Foreign Trade Zones, wants one to send out to her considerable e-mail list. She also keeps an ear out for any opportunities up my alley. Her previous intern was in a situation like mine, and got a job with IBM on her fist interview. Besides, I kind of like living in a nebulous web of possibility. It's like watching a thunderstorm roll in. At some point, you know lightning's going to strike.
So I'm busy for a change. Almost too busy. I have to get up early, so my nights are curtailed at 10ish, leaving me little time for extra projects. I'm making good progress on a costume for DragonCon, but it means sacrificing other things I want to do, like write. I have two story ideas, one I've started on, but since I've been a-costuming, I've hardly made any progress. Heck, I don't have any time to game, despite a hefty list of titles in my to-be-played qeue. Le sigh.
Right now I'm looking for a place to stay. Two of my potentials are thanks to the Ports Authority. One came way of a man I hit it off with at the SC World Trade Center open house that I went to with my PA boss, and the other is a friend of the former intern I mentioned. News on what I choose to come.
Well, that's about all I can think of to bring you up to date with the Life of Will. I think I'm in a good place, but I don't dare get complacent. Beauty and wonder must be chased.
Twilight out.
Again I am guilty of being out of communication, but my reasons this time are a bit more forgivable: work. I'm an unofficial Charlestonian now (still need a place of my own), with all the merits and curses that come with it. On the plus side, I have friends nearby and things to do. Wonders! On the downside, I'm driving a lot. My car is beginning to feel like an excited dog who ignores you admonotions and knocks you down in order to lick your face or eat your hamburger. Or both.
My mornings are spent reading gas and electric meters all over Charleston. The only real downside is having to spend an extended amount of time in the muggy Charleston air. If the driving here doesn't kill you, the humidity will.
After that, I eat and shower, then head downtown for my much more enjoyable internship. It hasn't even been a full week yet, but I've already gotten to meet some new people and have an exciting project: a Ports Authority newsletter. There's already one newsletter, but it's only for employees. My boss, the director of Foreign Trade Zones, wants one to send out to her considerable e-mail list. She also keeps an ear out for any opportunities up my alley. Her previous intern was in a situation like mine, and got a job with IBM on her fist interview. Besides, I kind of like living in a nebulous web of possibility. It's like watching a thunderstorm roll in. At some point, you know lightning's going to strike.
So I'm busy for a change. Almost too busy. I have to get up early, so my nights are curtailed at 10ish, leaving me little time for extra projects. I'm making good progress on a costume for DragonCon, but it means sacrificing other things I want to do, like write. I have two story ideas, one I've started on, but since I've been a-costuming, I've hardly made any progress. Heck, I don't have any time to game, despite a hefty list of titles in my to-be-played qeue. Le sigh.
Right now I'm looking for a place to stay. Two of my potentials are thanks to the Ports Authority. One came way of a man I hit it off with at the SC World Trade Center open house that I went to with my PA boss, and the other is a friend of the former intern I mentioned. News on what I choose to come.
Well, that's about all I can think of to bring you up to date with the Life of Will. I think I'm in a good place, but I don't dare get complacent. Beauty and wonder must be chased.
Twilight out.
posted by Aisyrn | 3:17 PM
4 Comments:
AND pictures of the helmet must be posted? Or at least taken. You are documenting your work?
Beauty and wonder must be chased.
Amen. Go get 'em, tiger.
It's alive!!!
:) Nice going, Will. Keep it up.
Great to hear about the job Will! I know it has been forever since we've talked, but I hope everything is well with you.
If you ever get down the road and want to stay in Charleston a while, I happen to be good friends with a girl (a fellow Clemson grad) who is a real estate agent down there. Let me know if that ever interests in you.
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