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Thursday, August 8 2002

The gradual awareness that no one may ever again hire me to do web programming had been a scary realization, one forcing me to ask the question, "But then what can I do?" I'd thought about all the menial jobs I'd somehow missed out on throughout my adolescence and young adulthood, and I wondered if finally it might be time to pay the piper. But then it dawned on me: I am not without skills that remain in demand. I know lots and lots about fixing computers, and computers are no more reliable now than they were years ago. Everybody I talk to has trouble with their computers and no one really knows who to turn to. Maybe I could exploit the reality that our society has come to depend on machines that, for all intents and purposes, barely function.
The flyering of Park Slope has gone well, but until recently, I've received only a trickle of calls. But that all changed today. For the first time since starting my "business," today I had the feeling of "having the skills to pay the bills." The phone rang repeatedly throughout the day, always with people who had pulled a tearoff from one of my flyers. No one had anything for me to do immediately, but I set up a number of things for the future, one of which could be more lucrative than a week's worth of unemployment. I'll have to see how it goes. I'm still uncomfortable with having to interact with so many people, but I have confidence that this is an issue I'll overcome through sheer force of will and something one might call social exercise. As I make an effort to talk to people, to engage them in cheery banter, eventually I will strengthen the long-atrophied circuits in my brain that allow me to function in a social context.

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