This diary is part of a continuing series on living with Asperger's Syndrome. If you wish to know more about my diagnosis, you should start here.Hello everyone. I've had a fairly busy summer, but I'm back now. Let's face it, I'm going nuts. Not literally of course, it's just that the lack of routine and employment are both driving me up the wall. Let me see if I can explain more below the orange calligraphy..
It's not so much that I need to be led by the hand to do things. Hell, most of the time I'm what you'd call a self-starter. I usually have the ball rolling and I'm always on top of things, but the usual routine of getting ready for school again is over now that I've graduated with two college degrees under my belt, but it seems that no matter how many employers see my resume I never seem to get a chance at anything. As far as the private sector is concerned, I'm virtually unemployable, and this has me a bit angry and frustrated.
I have the skills to do the jobs for which I've applied. I worked my ass off to obtain those skills and I don't regret it one bit, but it seems to me that employers no longer give a damn about that. They want disposable drones that they can just throw away at their convenience rather than hard-working people who will do the job to the best of their ability. Not to mention I can't be on call because I'm unable to drive myself (If you want to know why, read my diary on driving troubles), so in the eyes of the private sector, I'm a liability, not an asset.
Perhaps I need to go a different route with this. I don't even know if I'm meant to work for anyone, and no matter how much ass I kiss or how many resumes or emails I send, I'll just be ignored, so perhaps I need to find some other way to make a statement, which brings me to something down right odd.
A little over a month ago my wife and I took a trip to California for a week to celebrate our first anniversary, and we spent the first couple of days in Monterey. One of the places we visited there was Cannery Row, and there's a brewing company that has the best damn root beer I've ever tasted, and I've wanted to brew my own ever since. Well, I took my first steps in doing just that a few days ago and it tasted just terrible. Don't get me wrong, the fermentation process went over quite well and there was plenty of carbonation but the reason it tasted so awful is because I used bread yeast rather than a proper brewing yeast.
So I decided to search for a local homebrew establishment and I struck gold, finding one just a few miles from where I'm living. It's only a matter of time before I'll be able to brew organic root beer from scratch. I might even try a few other recipes for soda I found along the way. It should certainly be interesting.
To make a long story short, I spent a while seething at the fact that despite my best efforts, I can't do a damn thing to find employment (And to make matters worse, Florida is quite the ghost town). I'm sure it's like this for a lot of folks, but if you've followed me and my history, it's pretty clear I've got quite a deck stacked against me, so rather than go nuts, I'll just find some way to get the dealer to take whatever cards I give and build a better hand. Weird analogy, I know, but it seems to work.
In the mean time, I'll just hone my skills be they Computer Repair or Soda Brewing.
See you around,