I’ve been parked in front of Jed, my laptop, all morning applying for a job. I wish I could say jobs, but that would be a lie. It took me many hours to prepare a resume and cover letter for just one single job. There was a small break for Ellen and a brief interlude to talk on the phone with Jayto, my former boss, but that’s about it.

I consistently forget how much work it is to find work. And I’ve only begun the applications for the day. This is the most work I’ve done in weeks since I finished the last freelance gig.

So anyway, my point is that I was sort of riding a buzz for getting the cover letter and resume sent. I was checking e-mail and mentally high-fiving myself when I could feel my buzz slowly creep away and the big cloud of doom descend.

“Wait!” I said to Myself. “You can’t get bummed out, the send button is still warm.”
“But, but. . .” Myself said to me. “I’m feeling the mojo slip away.”
“Hrmph!” I said to Myself.
“Wah!” Myself said.

As my inner-voices pouted I finally paid attention to the noise filling my ears, coming from the headphones over them. It was Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon.” Duh.

I made a heroic leap, well if you can make a heroic leap with only your arm, for Eurydice the iPod. Before one more note of Neil Young’s depressing music could fill my ears, I pressed that skip button with everything I had. Then I pressed it some more and more and more because it’s obvious to me that Eurydice is playing the role of Buzzkill Jones today and serving up more woe is me than I need right now. Eventually I landed on “Maneater” by Hall & Oates. I don’t think they know how to kill a buzz.