moola sucks

once upon a time, when i was little, i remember thinking that money shouldn't be the focus of everything. and in college, all my experiences reinforced that idea. and during the summers in-between college, that thought always stayed in the back of my mind. and after college, i definitely realized that i wouldn't be willing to trade in my life and happiness for a buttload (or even, a heftier handful) of moola.

so i took a chance, did a bunch of research, took a deep breath, and decided to move to california where there would (hopefully) be more available, exciting, interesting, and relevant opportunities for me in the work-world. and i wouldn't have to succumb to not-so-challenging and not-so-thrilling job options. and i wouldn't have to give in and work for the man because no other possibilities were available anyway.

and it's true. in california, i've found some good stuff. but sadly, the money isn't flowing. it's barely trickling. and.. blah.