Short Stories are Tall Tales

I've been writing a page by page story, and today; I was indirectly told that no one was interested in ever reading it. Indirectly have you, and that may not actually be what they meant, but that is how I heard it, and they're probably right, if that is what they meant. And that kinda kills my steam to keep writing in it. However, I started writing it, to pass time at work when there's nothing I can do. I have been getting severe headaches and back pain recently, tied to the stress at work, so that limits what I can do. Which leaves me sitting in the office a whole lot. And, I am very proficient with my tasking that I've made it so I have very little actual work to do in the office. And that little work I do have to do, is self updating to a point, so that limits what I have to do even further. Mostly, I update things in about 5 minutes and then fix my assistants mistakes and then pretend to work for the rest of the day, or until actual work comes along. But; have no fear, there are only 46 days left here at this job. This also means I am having to move and find new work. My mother does not want me to move in with Mr. Peanut, however, Mr. Peanut lives much closer to the design world than she does. It simply would not make sense for me to relocate to Riverdonkey when I hope to work in the design word, which is in LA and OC. And not even all OC, just the more populous areas... meaning; not North Orange County. But North OC is better than Riverdonkey, and if I felt there was a better, more viable option, I would seriously consider it. But; since I don't have a job yet, it makes sense to be closer to wear the jobs are. And that's another thing; I am virtually helpless to find a new job. I have next to ZERO industry experience. And I don't have the programs right now to hone my skills. Plus; no one wants to hire someone who would be happy doing Photoshop touch-ups all day. Even if that is what the job is. I dunno. This whole thing is bunk. I wish I was qualified for other things. Or something. Maybe if I could just sing. I would like that. But I don't know how to do that either. I only know that I like to sing, and the only opportunities I have to sing are at Karaoke bars and things like that. So I take those opportunities. But what else?