White Collar Blues

I usually don’t know what to write about, though I have hundreds of notes to use as starters. These are the result of thoughts that race into my mind that, I think at the time, are fascinating, and will be great reading. Then when I’m at the keyboard and really think about it, I doubt myself, and then nothing gets written.

There are so many stories on medium.com about people like me, who want to write, and then are deterred by some event or our mental state. I used to be able to write a good stream-of-consciousness essay, but when I look back on what I wrote, it usually doesn’t tell enough of the story to really draw in a reader. I also make false hypotheses about my life. I think of it as so highly dysfunctional, yet in the midst of where I am today, it seems a bit arrogant to think that my life has been that dysfunctional.

This occurs to me, as I am now, really, in a blue-collar world. At the moment, I work for a major US airline at the Albuquerque International Sunport in a customer service capacity, which is a blue-collar job. At the same time, due to an unlawful act (DWI), I am serving as a laborer at the Albuquerque Veterans Hospital in the laundry unit. At of this writing, I’ve served 29 hours of my 80-hour requirement. I work there on my days off from the airport — Wednesdays and Thursdays currently. Here, there is no bottom-line educational requirement. Most of my colleagues…