Shout, Shout, let it all out.

Hey Cutie,
How have you guys been? I've been okay just dealing with the times and struggles of being a Simmons in this topsy turvy world. Which, yes, to satisfy your curiosity does involve shoe contracts, but in the end its quite difficult. I mean at the end of the day I am not a role model. I am a student. Do not envy me.

These last couple of days have had me thinking more about the potential job market in '07 i.e. Graduation day. It would seem the softening of the economy (in relative terms to industrial jobs) would be good for me, Andrew, the potential white collar worker. Despite that fact, I still find myself wondering about the relative strength of the business sector directly after I graduate. This is not to say that I don't still daydream of that contruction job someday. Wearing a hard hat and posting pictures of girls in Bikinis on the back of my timecard which is already dirtied with grease. In fact I've been packing my lunch in a pail with a "Val Halen is for Pussies," sticker for the last couple of weeks just to try it out. But again despite these things, I can't help but feel as if perhaps the "pendulum," of job availability will not be in full back swing within the next two years.

While most Mens thoughts turn to that of young ladies in the spring mine,as of late, as stirred towards making myself as a competitive job candidate as I can. Absract, I know. Sometimes the dreamy eyed idealist liberal that used to live inside these bones gives a tremor in my 'noggin trying to counter-balance the inherent self-centered nature of participating in a successful market driven, free economy. " Daydream, live and paint. Make something beautiful and then spit on. Tell someone Jackson Pollock was a visionary when in reality you think he was an egotistical, one trick pony. Light something on fire and ponder what gives that energy its energy." These all seem like trivial endeavors that were once important to a much freer spirit. I suppose while most people buy birkenstocks for the first time during their undergraduate years, I in contrast, have put mine on e-bay.

Things aren't all bad about being a corporate raider though. I must admit that. First, there are a lot more women in heels, which contradictory to the "sexual harassment handbook," is a very large pro bono of working in the world of tie pins and action item lists. There is the sense of external accomplishment. Mothers around the world are aggregately more pleased to here that you are Assistant Vice President of Accounts Payable then when they receive a collect call from Kazikistanian village asking for plane money home for two because she really does have to meet Irgugurelal as she's the new love of your life. I guess mine has always been the struggle of duality. Trying desperately to keep something organic and vital alive inside the cool husk of significant marginal profits,computer networks and routing tables. It hasn't always been easy but it has come naturally. Sometimes I forget that it's very hard to change one's own hardwiring and it seems as if lately I realize more and more that mine has a lot more to do with Steve Eikenberry than Steve Jobs.

My immediate past has been chalk full of classes, projects and papers (over-looking the undergrad version of Alice in Wonderland "Oh My!" I write on...) something that I am none to fond of. However, I will share with you,reader,the converse of my schooling. Namely, Spring Break. Look it's caps locked that means its for real. The fact that I am going on vacation non-withstanding what's important is the off-time from the constant of shlocking to class and wondering when and where a pop quiz might live come from. That thought is fit for neither man nor beast. I think someone important said that.

Well, like all good things this post most come to an end. I look forward to our next encounter as it will most likely see me praising the spring break trip a significant amount more. So tune in next post for the extolling of bikinis. Until then, don't wax your ears, you can hear the same and you won't poke your eardrums. Which hurts. Don't hurt, don't swab.
Cheers