Woo boy
Job expo. Now that was a litle slap of humility.
I walked around, looking nice in my brand-spanking new Goodwill interview clothes, and lip gloss and everything, and felt completely out of my element. I am over-qualified for the entry-level jobs, under-qualified or haphazardly-qualified for the others. Pfffst. Normally I feel like a good salesperson for myself, but today I was definitely off my mark. Probably convinced some people I was eligible for therapy, but that's about it.
I wish I could enjoy unemployment, but I've neer been that sort of person. I enjoy two weeks, then I get restless and disorganized, watch too much cable and Google too many useless topics. Soul-sucking. I need my structure. Worker bee.
Where's the gutso, Slog? Where's the brazeness? Where's the go-get-'em pal? Left a couple of years and wrong career turns back, I think. I'm not even sure I know what I want to do. I need to be dropped off with the woods with liter bottle of tequila and wait till a squirrel tells me what I need to do with my life.
posted by Court @ 4:57 PM
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hey, do me a favor and ask the squirrel if it knows anything about what I should do, too. ;)
The squirrel said you should be the creator and editor of a webzine/marketplace devoted the art/music/clothing/interiordesign/politics of the "retrofeminine urbanite". That, or a pharmacist. I'm not sure, we were both pretty drunk by that point.
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