If everything you do has got a hold on me, then everything I do has got a hole in it.
It is not even funny to still not have a job after nearly a month of applying to nearly any job, indiscriminately. I really thought I had something going with the lady at the Motel Cabana yesterday. She, like so many others, specifically said that she would call and then didn't. Frankly, I really think potential employers could stand to be more considerate in this respect. It makes me feel like a girl who can't get a date.
In the meantime, though, I've started to reconsider how much I actually want to foist off starbucks on people or what have you. Somehow I've again come to the conclusion that the ideal job for me would be companion to the elderly. Somehow this didn't occur to me until last night. I really like the elderly, but then there is a little problem which is that I only really like the smart, book-loving elderly. I mean, the others are ok. Then I was thinking maybe I could make an ad: "pleasant young lady seeking to assist smart, book-loving elders with errands, housekeeping, medication management, and all-around good times." If that doesn't work, it appears there are a lot of agencies for these things. So I have pretty much a new lease on employment possiblities.
Today I was looking at the places where people post ads for employment they are seeking, and one said "Will someone out there _please_ hire a shut-in???" It opened, "I seem to be developing a little agoraphobia problem!" then continued with a plea for a job. It was hard to tell whether he was asking for a job that would get him out of the house or maybe gently indicating that he was looking for a work-from-home situation. I don't know man, I hope somebody gave that guy a job.
We found a tiny, adorable bookstore to carry the few copies of the Little Jackie Paper that we have left over. The hope is that this way we can get submissions for the next one (we put the email address in the background) but so far, no luck. Everyone had been a little worried that it might be shelved with the zines, but guess where it went instead? Right next to McSweeney's, on the literary magazine shelf. They were touching, ever so gently.
In the meantime, though, I've started to reconsider how much I actually want to foist off starbucks on people or what have you. Somehow I've again come to the conclusion that the ideal job for me would be companion to the elderly. Somehow this didn't occur to me until last night. I really like the elderly, but then there is a little problem which is that I only really like the smart, book-loving elderly. I mean, the others are ok. Then I was thinking maybe I could make an ad: "pleasant young lady seeking to assist smart, book-loving elders with errands, housekeeping, medication management, and all-around good times." If that doesn't work, it appears there are a lot of agencies for these things. So I have pretty much a new lease on employment possiblities.
Today I was looking at the places where people post ads for employment they are seeking, and one said "Will someone out there _please_ hire a shut-in???" It opened, "I seem to be developing a little agoraphobia problem!" then continued with a plea for a job. It was hard to tell whether he was asking for a job that would get him out of the house or maybe gently indicating that he was looking for a work-from-home situation. I don't know man, I hope somebody gave that guy a job.
We found a tiny, adorable bookstore to carry the few copies of the Little Jackie Paper that we have left over. The hope is that this way we can get submissions for the next one (we put the email address in the background) but so far, no luck. Everyone had been a little worried that it might be shelved with the zines, but guess where it went instead? Right next to McSweeney's, on the literary magazine shelf. They were touching, ever so gently.