Well, today is Father's Day. The day when I place the obligatory call to my father and have a brief, awkward conversation about everything I'm doing wrong in my life and how the opinions that I hold that are contrary to his are the result of brainwashing from the University of California at San Diego. I'm somewhat envious of folks who have a decent relationship with their parents. My relationship with my mom is ok...it's the one with my dad that bugs me.

Anyway...it's not so much that I actually MIND calling my parents. There are times when I rather enjoy talking to my mom. My dad's another story... But still....I'd like to be able to call them when I'm actually in the mood to talk to them, as opposed to calling them because Hallmark tells me that I have to call them.

Well...I've decided that I am only going to make my current job a temporary stop. There's no career for me at the ALC, that's for sure. The work is boring and mindless and not very challenging. I've been trying to decide what would fit me. I used to think I wanted to be a high school teacher, but I put that off until I got older. Now I'm older, and I'm not so sure if that is what I want to do.

At any rate...I'm not really as depressed as I sound these days. There's just a lot of stressfult things going on. For example, I'm now one of the few Los Angeles residents who does not own a car. That's not a good situation to be in. At least I can rely on the generosity of others and use their cars for the time being. And, to top that, I really don't like my job- as you may have noticed.

But THAT, my friends, is the least of my worries. There is still the biggest problem of all. If you think you know what it is, then you are probably right. And if you are Shane Ross, then you have probably been right all along.

But, if you don't have the slightest clue, then you probably don't need to know just yet.

Ok...it's time to call my dad.