faulker009

Four hours, 46 minutes and 36 seconds. 60 blogs. Late Friday night, someone from Los Angeles took nearly five hours out of their life to read the story of mine. I hope it was Steven Spielberg. Thanks to my new friend at sitemeter.com, I am able to follow the up-to-the-second traffic on my website and see who’s out there. I’ve never tried heroin, but I can’t imagine it being any more addictive than that friggin website. Friday night’s display absolutely blew me away. Thankfully it has become somewhat of a regular occurrence for somebody new to check out a handful of my old blogs. But 60? Wow! Good thing I don’t know who you are or you would have a new BFF. For those of you who have never been unemployed, I don’t really expect you to truly understand the real feeling of being kicked in the gut. I certainly didn’t understand it when I was told nearly twenty months ago that my services were no longer needed. I certainly didn’t understand it nine months later when my contract ran out an...

Hi and Thanks. Those three words were on the subject line of a recent email I received from a loyal reader. On the surface, it looked a whole lot like so many of the other incredible emails of support I have received since I started writing this blog nearly four months ago. But there was something inside that was not so ordinary. The note, from a wonderful 26-year old with her entire life in front of her, spoke about how she recently moved back in with mom and dad because her paid internship had ended and she couldn’t get a full-time job. She was working two jobs and was still not able to pay the rent to live on her own.   She said that many of her friends are going through similar troubles and that it's hard not to get bogged down in the negative. I hear you sister. She said that my blog inspired her to restart her own blog in “an attempt to express some of my feelings about this new world I’m entering.” That’s where many notes I have received just like it, ended. But not hers. Sh...