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Jan 24, 2011 18:55

I am really not in the mood to work at the mall tonight. People are pissing my off and I already gabbed a sharp tool into a finger.

I've been reading some books and websites on cover letter writing, figuring that is why I never get any interviews. I just don't understand the style they all suggest. The words and phrases are all empty of meaning and complete crap. Why do HR people want to get this type of a letter? It's just a bunch of me saying I'm awesome and that their company is awesome too. There is nothing of substance in any of the examples. And any details I am adding can also be seen in my resume. I have a class on cover letter writing tomorrow at the Job Center, so we will see what they say.

I've been told that I'm picking up the tasks and procedures at the post office quickly. I'm also the only one of the temp people that will stay until all the mail is sorted. The other two guys leave at 10ish, I've been staying until noon most days. It's more money, which is good.

We had dinner at Samba last night, that's the Brazillian grill here in Madison. We were supposed to go with Jess and Lari for Jess's birthday, but they couldn't get back from Milwaukee in time. Since we had reservations and it is restaurant week (yeah for $10 cheaper), Paul and I went anyway. We'll probably go again with the girls. The food was good as always.

Today I had a nice lunch with exarian, Pedro's draws 2 names each Monday, and people with those names get up to $10 off their meal. Today was "Jason", so I had a free lunch.

I find myself easily annoyed with people these days. I'm resentful of people I see out having fun, since if I'm doing something I enjoy it usually means I'm up way too late or I'm stealing time I should be using to get a job or something. People who send a lot of money on things I find are pointless annoy me too. That dose include the customers I get that are buying $800 watches. Which is bad, since they are paying my wage.

Tired, very tired. Damn it's hard to type with a band-aid on my finger.

wolff, friends, job, jess, paul, food, lari, stress, post office

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