I've applied for about 10 jobs since my outing earlier today...and several of them are veterinary or otherwise animal-related jobs. So my dreams of becoming a shit-shoveling, cat-wrangling, dog-slobber-covered, horse-trodden crazy cat lady are not entirely dead!
I'm trying not to be nervous about interviewing with the temp agency tomorrow. Surely they'll see that anyone would be damn lucky to hire me.
It got really warm here today and will be even warmer tomorrow. I have the windows cracked, but it's stuffy in my bedroom and I sense a restless night coming on...
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
this is so much worse than online dating
This was me this morning as I got ready to go out job hunting:
My face was all broken out, as usual. My makeup looked like it was done by a twelve-year-old, or by someone never wears makeup anymore because she doesn't have a job. My hair had static in it. My clothes looked nice (thrift store finds, thank you very much), but they felt completely unnatural. I wanted to stay home and sob.
But I forced myself to descend the stairs, slowly, gripping the handrail and tiptoeing in my high-heeled boots. I felt like a fool. My mom smiled and complemented my thrift store clothes, and I staggered out the door.
This is me now:
"Whew!"
I put in one application and brought home three more. I also have an interview tomorrow with a temp agency. And, in a few minutes I'll be back to applying for jobs online.
It appears my dream of becoming a cat wrangler may have to wait a bit longer, as I've reached a point where I can no longer afford to hold out for the ideal job. So I'm looking for a job, period.
I've sold two men's shirts on ebay, but I screwed up on the first one and may have to cancel the sale. I have tons more stuff to list, but the pesky job search is taking priority at the moment and my career as an ebay entrepreneur is off to a very slow start.
But I have coffee, I have my laptop (have I ever mentioned how much I adore my laptop?) and I have my cats.
Life is good, and I no longer feel the urge to sob.
My face was all broken out, as usual. My makeup looked like it was done by a twelve-year-old, or by someone never wears makeup anymore because she doesn't have a job. My hair had static in it. My clothes looked nice (thrift store finds, thank you very much), but they felt completely unnatural. I wanted to stay home and sob.
But I forced myself to descend the stairs, slowly, gripping the handrail and tiptoeing in my high-heeled boots. I felt like a fool. My mom smiled and complemented my thrift store clothes, and I staggered out the door.
This is me now:
"Whew!"
I put in one application and brought home three more. I also have an interview tomorrow with a temp agency. And, in a few minutes I'll be back to applying for jobs online.
It appears my dream of becoming a cat wrangler may have to wait a bit longer, as I've reached a point where I can no longer afford to hold out for the ideal job. So I'm looking for a job, period.
I've sold two men's shirts on ebay, but I screwed up on the first one and may have to cancel the sale. I have tons more stuff to list, but the pesky job search is taking priority at the moment and my career as an ebay entrepreneur is off to a very slow start.
But I have coffee, I have my laptop (have I ever mentioned how much I adore my laptop?) and I have my cats.
Life is good, and I no longer feel the urge to sob.
Friday, February 20, 2009
they haunt my dreams
I just spent a large part of my night chasing cats in my dreams.
All three of my boys were running loose...in crowds, in traffic, in buildings where they didn't belong. They knew I was after them and were defiantly avoiding me because the little mama's boys had suddenly discovered their wild sides.
I eventually managed to capture Buster on some stairs (he's not too bright and was easy to fool), and then I scruffed Pippy through a fence and desperately restrained him. Finally, I caught George sleeping and tackled him with my whole body.
Just when I had them all corralled, I turned around to find the door hanging open. And we were off again...
I woke up exhausted this morning. I'm almost convinced cats have a supernatural ability to invade the human mind...but why are they doing this to me?
All three of my boys were running loose...in crowds, in traffic, in buildings where they didn't belong. They knew I was after them and were defiantly avoiding me because the little mama's boys had suddenly discovered their wild sides.
I eventually managed to capture Buster on some stairs (he's not too bright and was easy to fool), and then I scruffed Pippy through a fence and desperately restrained him. Finally, I caught George sleeping and tackled him with my whole body.
Just when I had them all corralled, I turned around to find the door hanging open. And we were off again...
I woke up exhausted this morning. I'm almost convinced cats have a supernatural ability to invade the human mind...but why are they doing this to me?
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