Crap Snow
Eff this cold weather and snow. It's absolutely disgusting. I feel like I'm in a prison, unable to venture outside beyond my damn car. I long for warm spring days and crisp summer mornings.
Eating about six hundred calories a day works wonders for losing weight. I've lost ten pounds. No, I'm not developing an eating disorder, though if I were a weaker person, then I'd be tempted. I just don't feel like eating much after all the emotional trauma, and now I'm stomach has shrunk and eating an apple makes me feel stuffed. One day I'll be healthy again, and I'll have to take Ferguson on jogs each morning or evening in order to lose anything. Which I totally plan on doing. Hopefully this spring when I have a shiny new job.
I took the plunge last night and sent two resumes via e-mail. I also printed out a resume to snail mail to a law firm. Before going into the office today, I spoke to my contact at the temp agency and explained the situation to her. She told me she thought I was handling things well and did not have any other suggestions. She actually jumped at the chance to place me in a full-time position, but I begged off and told her I would contact her in a couple weeks if I'm still looking. I told the woman I work with that I've begun looking for another job, but I still need to speak to the treasurer and, potentially, the executive committee. I feel bad about leaving them, but I really think this decision is best for me and for my career. Secretarial work at a local church really doesn't look stellar on a resume, especially when the rest of my resume shows that I have much more experience than that. Anyway, the woman in the office made me promise I would come to the Shrove Tuesday pancake dinner even if I'm not working there at the time. I agreed. What else am I going to do around here? I've been reduced to going to church dinners.
Eating about six hundred calories a day works wonders for losing weight. I've lost ten pounds. No, I'm not developing an eating disorder, though if I were a weaker person, then I'd be tempted. I just don't feel like eating much after all the emotional trauma, and now I'm stomach has shrunk and eating an apple makes me feel stuffed. One day I'll be healthy again, and I'll have to take Ferguson on jogs each morning or evening in order to lose anything. Which I totally plan on doing. Hopefully this spring when I have a shiny new job.
I took the plunge last night and sent two resumes via e-mail. I also printed out a resume to snail mail to a law firm. Before going into the office today, I spoke to my contact at the temp agency and explained the situation to her. She told me she thought I was handling things well and did not have any other suggestions. She actually jumped at the chance to place me in a full-time position, but I begged off and told her I would contact her in a couple weeks if I'm still looking. I told the woman I work with that I've begun looking for another job, but I still need to speak to the treasurer and, potentially, the executive committee. I feel bad about leaving them, but I really think this decision is best for me and for my career. Secretarial work at a local church really doesn't look stellar on a resume, especially when the rest of my resume shows that I have much more experience than that. Anyway, the woman in the office made me promise I would come to the Shrove Tuesday pancake dinner even if I'm not working there at the time. I agreed. What else am I going to do around here? I've been reduced to going to church dinners.