Today was spent biking around Nashville applying for jobs at restaurants and handing out resumes where they were accepted. It seemed to me that I was repeating myself, perhaps because it was more or less like when I walked around applying for jobs in Manhattan last spring. Get ready, an Intimate Thought is on its way. I felt perfunctory, if one can feel perfunctory. I was only re-performing a familiar scenario, and it is disheartening, in a sense, to think that there can be so much artifice in a quotidian yet essential thing like looking for a job (the same applies to going on dates). But life is filled with many beautiful things, and sometimes it’s entertaining.
While biking around, I thought: the job search is a kind of detective work. People give me leads and suggestions, I investigate, news tasks come up, more suggestions and leads are proffered, and so on (on this note it’s kind of like some of the video games I used to play when I was in middle school). It’s an exhausting effort, like so many things. It’s not unlike chasing after a girl you actually don’t want to sleep with, but who will have to do.
Before the job search I had lunch with Lewis and two of his friends from divinity school. I was struck with how nice they were. If good-naturedness has a scale from 1 to 10, they were way up there at 8, 9, or even 10. I’m at best a 7, more likely a 5 or 6. Passable, but nothing remarkable.
In the evening Mitchell and Andrew, more of Lewis’ friends from divinity school, came over for dinner. Just the idea of that struck me, getting together for dinner. Maybe it’s something I need to consider doing more often. Since burgers were on the menu, when we finished eating there were two empty pickle jars on the table. I mentioned a drink I’d heard about that involved whiskey and pickle juice – the Pickle Back. You take a shot of whiskey, and then a shot of pickle juice. In this case, it was bread and butter pickle juice, which I prefer. When Mitchell did it, he exclaimed, in his southern accent, “that’s damn good!” Sometimes someone can utter just once sentence, with a certain intonation and expressiveness, that it is really charged with their personality. That’s what I got from Mitchell’s “that’s damn good.”