Getting on my feet
Jon hunting just isn't the same as it used to be when people had to see you when you gave them your resume. When they saw you they got an impression, and- in my case- they liked it. They gave it a chance. Now they see a resume in an email, and they could give a fuck. I've taken to attaching a picture... At least there's *something* of an idea of me, but not the full effect.
I had a job interview on Saturday (yes, my first day in town). I was feeling hopeful about that. It went really well. He said I'd hear from him by today, it's after 2:30, and no word. I'm losing that initial excitement... Getting bummed. Of the 10+ resumes I've sent out, that is the only one I've heard back from.
I HATE job hunting. It is so heart breaking.
Met a cute guy on the street. Grant would laugh his ass off... If he saw him, and how gay he seems, but he swears he's not, and that he likes me... Do I dare date another doesn't-know-he's-gay guy? *sigh*
I'm getting there. I just need to find a job, then I won't have financial woes. Then I'll be OK.
I had a job interview on Saturday (yes, my first day in town). I was feeling hopeful about that. It went really well. He said I'd hear from him by today, it's after 2:30, and no word. I'm losing that initial excitement... Getting bummed. Of the 10+ resumes I've sent out, that is the only one I've heard back from.
I HATE job hunting. It is so heart breaking.
Met a cute guy on the street. Grant would laugh his ass off... If he saw him, and how gay he seems, but he swears he's not, and that he likes me... Do I dare date another doesn't-know-he's-gay guy? *sigh*
I'm getting there. I just need to find a job, then I won't have financial woes. Then I'll be OK.