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Mmm, yeah. Unemployment isn't exactly the most exciting time period of my life to to discuss. Yes I do live, and yes I'm still plugging along. I've got a series of classes with the Department of Employment next week to hopefully get set up with a single agent and get into some job-finder listings. It'll be nice to have someone take a look at my resume and touch up on my interviewing skills.
It's not that I couldn't break down and take some piece of shit job I resent from the start, it's that I don't want to. As the gal I met with Wednesday after orientation put it, I'm exceptionally bright, but I have a habit of rushing into jobs for means of survival. In this era I can't afford to jump on another throwaway job. I need something I can appreciate, something that can make returning to school feasible, something that has a future. Unemployment benefits aren't glorious by any means, but I'd rather cut corners on spending, still make all my bills, and have a little freedom to think things over than to jump on another migraine of a job. Call it slacking I suppose. I'll call it preparation.
Nicole has a few possible leads lined up for her trip out here in February. It'd be more than amazing for her to secure a job before the move and boost a little confidence in us about the state of things. I fucking love this girl, but damned if we aren't two of the worst self-critics I know. I'm ready for her to say goodbye to Boston and welcome her to Portland with open arms and a kiss (and a microbrew or three). I've been there, I've met the people, I've seen the family drama, and I'm none too suprised why Portland is a place of rebirth to her. It's also going to be a big change for me. By God, just make it work is all I'm asking.
It's not that I couldn't break down and take some piece of shit job I resent from the start, it's that I don't want to. As the gal I met with Wednesday after orientation put it, I'm exceptionally bright, but I have a habit of rushing into jobs for means of survival. In this era I can't afford to jump on another throwaway job. I need something I can appreciate, something that can make returning to school feasible, something that has a future. Unemployment benefits aren't glorious by any means, but I'd rather cut corners on spending, still make all my bills, and have a little freedom to think things over than to jump on another migraine of a job. Call it slacking I suppose. I'll call it preparation.
Nicole has a few possible leads lined up for her trip out here in February. It'd be more than amazing for her to secure a job before the move and boost a little confidence in us about the state of things. I fucking love this girl, but damned if we aren't two of the worst self-critics I know. I'm ready for her to say goodbye to Boston and welcome her to Portland with open arms and a kiss (and a microbrew or three). I've been there, I've met the people, I've seen the family drama, and I'm none too suprised why Portland is a place of rebirth to her. It's also going to be a big change for me. By God, just make it work is all I'm asking.