Propogation of Procrastination and Manifold Monotony
For once, my academic workload is feeling manageable. I've realized that the final version of my project isn't due until August, and that I can spread the labor over more than just a couple of weeks. That's definitely a relief, though I still need to scramble a little bit to make sure the tentative version is ready in five days. It shouldn't be a problem though, especially compared to what I thought I'd be facing.
The bad news is, despite expanding my job search to the rest of New England, I'm still having trouble finding a good career opportunity. This means that I've resorted to re-applying to companies that have already rejected me once and hoping they don't remember my name. I was also thinking of dyeing my hair, wearing makeup that changes my skin tone and adopting a foreign accent to help with that forgetfulness factor.
Bottom line: my professional life is as stagnant as ever, and I'm almost literally sick of it. My mental exasperation is at an all-time high and I feel like soon, it will have nowhere to go except to flow into actual physical illness. Don't be surprised if you see a post in the coming weeks in which I troll for potential kidney donors. Or, if by some stroke of luck I actually manage to find a job, my sigh of relief will probably be loud enough that you'll hear it even if you're living in Michigan (invoking wisedanichi, and Peelizard by extension).
The bad news is, despite expanding my job search to the rest of New England, I'm still having trouble finding a good career opportunity. This means that I've resorted to re-applying to companies that have already rejected me once and hoping they don't remember my name. I was also thinking of dyeing my hair, wearing makeup that changes my skin tone and adopting a foreign accent to help with that forgetfulness factor.
Bottom line: my professional life is as stagnant as ever, and I'm almost literally sick of it. My mental exasperation is at an all-time high and I feel like soon, it will have nowhere to go except to flow into actual physical illness. Don't be surprised if you see a post in the coming weeks in which I troll for potential kidney donors. Or, if by some stroke of luck I actually manage to find a job, my sigh of relief will probably be loud enough that you'll hear it even if you're living in Michigan (invoking wisedanichi, and Peelizard by extension).