Foreign Travel In The U.S.

A little more than a week ago I said goodbye to Trenton, New Jersey after working there for less than a week. I accepted a job there after months of being unable to find anything comparable here in greater Washington DC. Then in mid week I was offered a position in Virginia, which I accepted instantly. Trenton and its surroundings have all the appearance of a well advanced 3rd world nation. Strip malls are inherently depressing places and strip malls with mostly boarded up stores are even more so. My office was in one such mall, a fairly good sized one that along with the vacant stores had a supermarket that sold only the barest of fresh produce, a store selling schlock furniture, a nail and beauty salon and only one eatery of any kind, a Chinese takeout that I was warned to steer clear of if I valued my health. I know bemoaning the absence of any Starbucks within a 9 mile radius of the office is a first world complaint but I must have coffee in the morning that is not instant and that I'm responsible for bringing to and preparing at work. Today, Monday was supposed to be my start date but there is some glitch, momentary I'm told by my new firm's rep, in the background investigation. At this point in my late life I would prefer to not have to go out every morning to earn a wage, but I have become quite the stoic in accepting my inevitable fate: to be found at some future date keeled over in an an office cubicle clutching a computer mouse. Oh if I could only be paid for looking handsome! So tomorrow will be my start date after all. I shouldn't be as nervous as I am now as I contemplate yet another job change in my life. Maybe it's because I'm so tired of working for a living and I know that I have a motivation problem come tomorrow. I'd much rather be learning Latin or to speak Irish, or anything that doesn't improve my profile on Monster.com or Linkedin.