The Quarter-Life Crisis is Real

Wow. It's been a while.

I'm back in the Northwest and am completing my most recent adventure a bit early. I've been in an AMAZING internship, but know that this career path is not for me. I have therefore decided to pull the proverbial rug from under my own comfortable little bit of existence and am forcing myself into the horrid world of job hunting.

Yes, I am diving head-first, with my metaphorical rifle (resume) and blaze orange vest (cover letter) in hand; with hopes of finding prey large enough to present a challenge, but still get dinner on the table. I am now officially in my mid-twenties, and have had enough of my supposed altruistic endeavors. The only way I can get to a place where I can really give until is hurts, is to build myself up enough to the point that I actually have something to sacrifice.
First thing's first, however, I must pay off many student loans. Shit. This could take a while.

My head hurts...