So, today I landed a job as a retail sales associate at a store called "Good Feet." They sell arch supports and theoretically you can make like $45,000 if you kick ass, which of course, I do. It's a good job for me because, frankly (although they would never know this) it is more compatible with my depression. At my old sales jobs, it was "outside" sales, which means that you go find new business by setting and running appointments, but as a depressed mug I would opt out of going to my appointments because of the antisocial effects of depression. But in this job, it is "inside" sales meaning customers come to me. How sweet is that!? At my last job a customer came to me without any effort of mine a grand total of once in eight months! So this should be a piece of cake.

But I don't start until the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, or for my non-USA readers, around the end of November. So I have about two weeks to twiddle my thumbs and I got to thinking "Why don't I do something meaningful with my time?" And then I got to thinking "What is meaningful?" And I don't really know the answer yet. I guess I could volunteer somewhere; I honestly think that's about the most meaningful thing I can think of. But volunteer doing what? What's near and dear to my heart? I have to find that out.

Being an atheist has made finding meaning a real bitch. The last couple of nights I've had these dreams about getting a few roommates and an animal. I think I would find a lot of meaning in having a close social group and/or an animal. But that's not exactly something you can just go out and pick up at the store, it's something I'm going to have to intentionally work at.

Here's to finding and creating meaning.