I haven't worked on a Friday on about 3 or 4 weeks. My boss has put us on a 40hr/wk diet. I haven't had a full 40 hour week but I get 36-38 usually. Fortunately, we will be working 50-60 hr weeks on the summer. But I may be in New Orleans by then. It seems ironic that before I left Albany for MY last year that work dried up where I used to work. And now work seems to be limited too. But this time there weren't any pay cuts. Only no over-time. What does it matter anyway though. Meaningless, meaningless. Everything is meaningless. I'm almost convinced I'm leaving my current job to go to New Orleans in a few months. Every time I feel led to go somewhere by God I have to quite a good job. But every time I'm looking for a new one God opens up a door. Jobs are here one day and gone the next. I guess I'm not too worried because job security isn't what it used to be. I don't hold anything too dear. It'll all be gone someday. That's why I feel somewhat foolish for buying that RC truck. I wanted a hobby, but in my heart I feel I should sell everything and give it to the poor. Why is following God so divided from the world we live in. We live in a comsumer world but pray to The One and Only God who tells us to sell it all and give it away. Riches mean nothing in heaven, yet we stockpile movies, CD's, magazines, jewelry, make-up, shoes, stuff from old hobbies and new one's. I'm realizing I have stuff saved up everywhere. And when God calls me somewhere I feeled tied down by it. But I dont want to just give up the things I like.