While I'm still looking for a 'real' job, the temp gigs haven't been coming in as often as they used to; thus I've been made to live below an even lower means. I spend a lot of my time searching the latest job postings, applying to postings in area/industries I hadn't before and writing up cover letters for these applications. It's true what they say: looking for a job is like a full-time job. And like a full-time job, it can rack your brain - so some time out and semi-away is needed every now and then just to refresh, recharge and breathe in some non-computer-exhaust air.
One of the benefits of living where I do in SoCal, despite the lack of nightlife options, is the convenience of daytime options. The main one being close enough to drive to the beach on whim. Just a few miles and minutes away, I can easily be anywhere from San Clemente/Dana Point to Newport/Huntington Beach. Usually, I opt for the more chill spots instead of the crowded tourist attractions, so I'll head to Strands or Crescent Bay.
The other day, it was a chill afternoon for the main beach at Laguna, so I figured I'd just chill there for a bit. Besides the beach, there's also a Nike store there (225 Forest) that's one of their active sports stores (6.0, Hurley, Converse) and they usually have a pretty dope art piece in the center of the store. This time around it was the new Dalek piece.
I'm tempted to just go to the beach all the time, but then how will I ever actually get a job?? With the forecast of rain looming this week, I should have a lot of job search time to put in, so.... great. I'm definitely thankful for my tax refund (I usually file really early) and FYI for you Conservatives: I'm not on (f)Unemployment, living it up on taxpayer dime.
Here are some pics:
On the way back, there was an accident passing by the toll road offramp, so it backed traffic up leaving the beach. I hit a red light when I got to the intersection where the accident was and busted out my camera. This old dude on a motorcycle got hit by some chick in a Civic. By the time I got there, his motorcycle was laying on the street while he was kicking back on the hood of her car, talking on his cellphone. If you look closely, you can see her chilling in her driver seat, too.

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