Reboot

Whatever that means…

What I am doing is not working. I do not know how to run a business, I don’t know how to manage money, I barely know how to live life as a grownup. So I am going broke.

I take that back. I am broke.

My phone has been shut off, I am probably going to get kicked out of my apartment, and my car is likely to be repoed.

The really scary thing about having my phone shut off is that I have resumes out there right now. I had (ironically enough) a phone interview the other night for a non-legal job at night so that I could do things like pay the phone bill and the rent.

So I have to get creative, which is hard enough to do under optimal circumstances. I can eliminate things like criminal enterprises, so manwhore is off the list.

But I am now in need of basic necessities in modern life — food I have for a few weeks, thanks to things that don’t go bad like pasta and canned soup. But shelter, and the added modern necessities for survival — communication and transportation — are spotty. Even clothing is in question, as I do not have a winter coat at the moment. That one I’m not as worried about, global warming and all.

But I am worried.

So I have to make contingency plans, and that will a series of honest assessments about my life, assessments I’m not ready to make yet.

The wreckage might be done piling up, which means I can start to look around me and see where I stand. Things can only get so much worse, and in predictable ways.

When you’re in a hole, stop digging. Now to get out.

But I can’t talk about them here. I know. Me, displaying restraint.

Not really. I need to talk to a few clients about stuff before I make any public announcements about my future.

My life is in need of a reboot. Career and finances are a mess. I’m an alcoholic.

So it’s ctrl-alt-del time.

(Actually, I’m a Mac guy, so it’s power button for 5 secs, but whatev).