Diary of Dan Frank

The other night I was online looking and applying for jobs in San Francisco. I was having one of those moments when I wonder what I was thinking moving to Southern California. Yeah sure I got a sweet deal living in my Uncle's house for free while he has been away, but I really feel like I should have moved to San Francisco in the first place; as I had originally planned because if I was living there I would have family close by AND friends...here all I have is my family.

Suddenly my phone rang; it was my friend Lauren who is living in Pleasanton, Ca which is somewhat close to the bay and San Fran. She was calling me to let me know that things have apparently not been going that well with her roommate, and that she was going to break her lease and move back to the Midwest. Perfect timing huh? As I am applying for jobs so I can be closer to her, she calls me to tell me she is moving further away...again.

I still have not found that full time job that I am so desperate to find, and I am loosing my patience with waiting tables, so I have been frantically applying for jobs as I contemplate quiting at the restaurant. However, the same thing that happens every time I look for work is happening. I find myself not finding anything I like or that I am qualified for and I get depressed as I con myself, once again, into believe that I am going to be bringing people drinks and extra BBQ sauce for the rest of my life.

This thought as well as the well documented fact that I made way more money in Minnesota causes me to miss my old home, all my friends, and every little thing that I once took for granted about Minnesota. This causes me to think that I should move back home, and this time I was closer than ever to making that idea a reality as I scan the Target corporate page for career opportunities.

The move to California has been just like everything else is everyone's life...not what I thought it would be. I thought I would have found a full time job by now, or at least would have made enough money to not be so freaking scared about the fact that I don't have one.

I kind of believe that when we are all born that some aspects of our lives are all laid out for us. The people we love, the jobs we are meant to have, and basically the type of life we were all meant to live. However because of free will many of us end up not living the lives we were meant to simply because of a few bad choices that we made. Fate's cruel joke is that they don't clue us into the plan that was made for each of us, and most of the time we sit around and wonder what could have happened; if only...