knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers
Aug. 2nd, 2016 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
numberhuangIt has been three whole days since I arrived in Darrow. Three days by my watch — which, maybe if I'm dreaming then I can't trust my watch — but it feels like three days and that is three days too many to be trapped somewhere without my family. I have read all the literature. I have searched for things online. I have talked to many people, some that didn't know anything and wasted all of my time. I have rented cars and called taxis and tried everything that won't take the money that I keep aside to make sure that I can eat regularly.
There is not much of that money. If I am to believe the things that people tell me about Darrow, then I might be here for a very long time. I might be here for months, or even years. That is more than enough time that I should start thinking about a job, maybe two if I want to keep spending money on finding a way out of this place. I know that this would be the sensible thing to do, that anything else is risky at this point because I know too little. Above all, I have to survive, otherwise there is no point in trying to go home.
I had a checklist written for today. I would spend five hours looking for a way out and three hours researching which jobs are profitable enough for me in Darrow given my skills. I already applied to a dozen jobs that are data entry, very boring, but I am very organized and efficient so maybe I can use the extra time at work to continue looking at the internet.
Three hours of research, done. That means five hours that I should keep looking and learning about Darrow. I am walking back to my apartment, my very empty apartment that gives me nightmares every night, and I have some papers from the library that I want to read when I get back. But then I hear some people laughing, and I turn and I see a restaurant that has many people in it. I can hear people chatting and I think somebody is singing, and after I spent a whole day by myself I almost miss being in a crowd no matter how obnoxious.
Also there's a sign that lists the kinds of wines that they sell.
That is all the convincing I need.
I make my way to the bar of the restaurant and sit myself down. There are some people who were waiting for a spot and they glare at me but I don't care, if they wanted a seat so badly they should have tried harder to get it themselves.
"Can somebody get me a menu?" I ask, dropping my papers and books next to my stool.
There is not much of that money. If I am to believe the things that people tell me about Darrow, then I might be here for a very long time. I might be here for months, or even years. That is more than enough time that I should start thinking about a job, maybe two if I want to keep spending money on finding a way out of this place. I know that this would be the sensible thing to do, that anything else is risky at this point because I know too little. Above all, I have to survive, otherwise there is no point in trying to go home.
I had a checklist written for today. I would spend five hours looking for a way out and three hours researching which jobs are profitable enough for me in Darrow given my skills. I already applied to a dozen jobs that are data entry, very boring, but I am very organized and efficient so maybe I can use the extra time at work to continue looking at the internet.
Three hours of research, done. That means five hours that I should keep looking and learning about Darrow. I am walking back to my apartment, my very empty apartment that gives me nightmares every night, and I have some papers from the library that I want to read when I get back. But then I hear some people laughing, and I turn and I see a restaurant that has many people in it. I can hear people chatting and I think somebody is singing, and after I spent a whole day by myself I almost miss being in a crowd no matter how obnoxious.
Also there's a sign that lists the kinds of wines that they sell.
That is all the convincing I need.
I make my way to the bar of the restaurant and sit myself down. There are some people who were waiting for a spot and they glare at me but I don't care, if they wanted a seat so badly they should have tried harder to get it themselves.
"Can somebody get me a menu?" I ask, dropping my papers and books next to my stool.