Money is hard.
Now, I'd like to have some money. But unfortunately, I'm unemployed. I've always been unemployed. And unless I manage to get a full time job by December (that's apparently something like 30+ hours) I might stay unemployed for a while. Do bear in mine I have never had a job.
Now. Who's craaaazy desicions are these? My parents. Surprise, surprise. You see, they've always had a problem with where I'm going in life. It's mainly my mother, I think. She's worried I lack both proper direction, and a quick enough movement in that direction. And my father is worried that my mother is worried.
I guess what I'm trying to say... is that you're not really sure where I'm going with this. Dot point? Dot points.
My options are as follows.
- Go to TAFE next year, at 16, to study game development. (Not a TERRIBLE idea, as ideas go. But I'll be far younger than I wanted to be, and if I apply and get in, I can't defer.)
- Find full-time employment. (I suppose I could do this too, but it wouldn't be any fun. In fact, it'd be a massive bitch, and finding this employment would be more than a little harzadous.)
- Tell my parents to go fuck themselves, and do what I wanted to do. (Not going to happen. Not because I wouldn't do it. I would so do it. Simply because it won't have any effect. It would simply bounce off them, and I'd be left with option one and two. But... if it did work... if I could do what I wanted...
I'd get a job doing the plot, music and character design for Aidan Snoswell's videogames. We'd start a company, sell it for a fuckload (something like $3,ooo,ooo) and then, and ONLY then, would I go to TAFE.
Plus, I'd get a job as a barrista or something. Whatever.
I suppose it all depends on how this year turns out.
As my girlfriend puts it,
"Boo freaking hoo"
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