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This afternoon, I am attempting to write a job application. Well, I shall be continuing with the attempt once I finish my late lunch. This is what I get for setting my alarm for eight o'clock....and not getting up until eleven. The fact it is a Sunday is no excuse for sheer laziness.
I have so far answered one question out of four. 'What is it about bookselling that interests you?' My answer so far is short. It needs to be lengthened, a matter which is not helped by the fact that it took me the best part of an hour to get the first draft. I can write 'off the top of my head' as it were, but actually focussing on the words, checking what I'm actually putting, ends up confusing me.
I can't quite seem to grasp the meaning of words I can read quite easily. I'm not tired, so it can't just be my eyesight screwing up from sitting in front of my laptop screen. Gods damn my poor attention span at the moment. The one day I get some form of motivation to do something - parental reminders notwithstanding - I hit another wall.
I hate that the qualities I thought I possessed are not...what I think they once were. I'm definitely thinking of it nostalgically, but I cannot deny that one of my current problems is lack of confidence and self-esteem.
I should abandon the self-loathing for an afternoon and actually get something done. Self-satisfaction, accomplishment, pride, and all that stuff....
I have so far answered one question out of four. 'What is it about bookselling that interests you?' My answer so far is short. It needs to be lengthened, a matter which is not helped by the fact that it took me the best part of an hour to get the first draft. I can write 'off the top of my head' as it were, but actually focussing on the words, checking what I'm actually putting, ends up confusing me.
I can't quite seem to grasp the meaning of words I can read quite easily. I'm not tired, so it can't just be my eyesight screwing up from sitting in front of my laptop screen. Gods damn my poor attention span at the moment. The one day I get some form of motivation to do something - parental reminders notwithstanding - I hit another wall.
I hate that the qualities I thought I possessed are not...what I think they once were. I'm definitely thinking of it nostalgically, but I cannot deny that one of my current problems is lack of confidence and self-esteem.
I should abandon the self-loathing for an afternoon and actually get something done. Self-satisfaction, accomplishment, pride, and all that stuff....