Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Irresponsible Traveler

Yeah. I forgot something when I checked out of a New Hampshire hotel today and my friend and I traveled to Vermont.

It was my bag of already-worn shirts and my iPod.

Somehow, when I called the hotel, they managed to find my iPod but not my clothes. Either way, I ended up feeling really stupid. It just made me feel disorganized and irresponsible.

For those wondering, my iPod is in the mail on its way to my house. They're still looking for my clothes. If you really care, I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, June 9, 2011


I have never had a job for money. I've had several volunteer positions over the years, but the only way I made any money was through petsitting (or occasionally babysitting). Yesterday, I finished sixteen hours of MLB Draft coverage singlehandedly, which I survived on caffeine and...well, that's about it. I like caffeine.

I've noticed, though, that working normal jobs just isn't for me. I don't like 9-5 hours - I'm more of a night person, so that's why I'm starting to gravitate into sportswriting: they work at night. It also means I don't have to be around people as much, because people tend to just make things really difficult and awkward for me. I knew at an early age that I couldn't deal with an office environment after I went into work with my dad on Bring Your Child To Work Day. (I did get McDonalds out of that, though. Score.)

It's not that I can't work with people - I network online with my Aerys Sports colleagues pretty darn well, if I do say so myself. It's just that I like working on my own time with my own rules, which a standard work environment wouldn't provide for me. It makes finding a job really hard in a job market that's already extremely difficult to navigate and deal with.

You can do me a favor and commission art from me, though. That'd be pretty cool. Hit up my email for more at stephsartrequests (at) gmail (dot) com.

Desperation aside, my point is that jobs are a difficult thing to figure out, especially since everyone on the autism spectrum has specific needs and not every job is going to meet those needs because each person is different. Those are my needs. Well, those and money. I need money, too.