  Today I sit my little cubicle, overhearing stories between my coworkers about their children or the little nuances that really ticked them off this week, trying to avoid talking about anything more serious. Monday there will be 8 less than there are today, in a small office of what was 25 or so when I started just a few short months ago will be more like 10. Layoffs, man is it scary, we are a small company where business can really fluctuate on an account by account basis. I am assured that my job is still secure, I work in another department, a department with one person in it, me. I am the only college grad that they have hired and aren’t really sure where they are going to go with me yet. I know I will be doing some sales, but they also want me to learn a little bit of the technical side of things as well. Right now I am sitting here trying to keep busy, so that I am not on the net or playing some of the fine card games that Microsoft has created to keep you from being productive. And its not like I am blowing of work cause I am just a touch of hung-over from last night, it’s really because I finished all the work that I was given by Tuesday.
Wednesday and Thursday, all I have done is try to create work for myself, which can really burn you out. I have bigger dreams than dwelling in this cubicle and I will not let them die, ever. I have heard a lot of older people hearts hit their ankles when I start talking about things I want to do with my career.
Mostly because they are thinking to themselves either, one day that boy will learn the hard way or I wish I never let go of my dreams. Right now I live in Arizona and I am trying to make it to California, it almost sounds cliché when I write it on paper. Being from the Midwest, I have always dreamed of living somewhere close to a major body of water, what is more major than the Pacific Ocean. My friends and my dreams from a landlocked homeland, have only gotten me this far, the desert. I can now at least drive to the ocean for the weekend. I was a California resident for about a week once, I picked up from AZ and went, only thing was my going away party was about two weeks long and I went home to see the family before I moved, and I just happened to spend the majority of my savings in that time. So I stayed in Cali for about a week, the girl I was dating at the time convinced me that I was in love with her and she was my future. So after spending all my money actually enjoying California for a week, I went back to AZ to be with my girl that actually ended up being crazier than kid with ADD & OCD on meth.
You could only imagine it .
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the worst part is I left a very good friend of mine there in Cali. She had the money to stay and she didn’t want to go back from where she left. I will always feel like I screwed her over no matter how many times she tells me that I didn’t. 
