If you were a miller....
I'd probably still be out of a job. At the moment, I'm uber-exhausted from working in the census and having to redo forms when it's obvious that they were done correctly the first time. It's such a shame but whatever, means more $$$ for me so yay!! I'm already trying to tack down all my expenses, like a flight back home, where I will be living with in the first few days - family btw - and keeping my hopes up for a job in the city but it's not looking good.
I did find something in Houston and it will be a getting a cover letter tomorrow, I'm kind of excited if I do end up getting it. I shot myself in the foot for the Houston job by taking to long deciding what clips I should send and by the time I did, the job was filled. Sucks majorly! Also, the job in Galveston looked very promising but the fact that I wasn't in town really killed my chances at a job interview. It was awful finding out since I was beginning to get a little butterfly-stomach at the prospect; btw, that's a good sign.
So, this last Houston job will hopefully pan out and I can actually have a media job when I head back to Houston. I do get the feeling, though, that my parents really want me to stay in NYC only because they know I'll be happy here and not so depressed as I was living in Houston. My father, I think, began to feel for me and my mother just thought I was wasting my life away, which I was.
I can't believe I'm almost 30 years old and live like a fucking college student, it's pathetic and heartbreaking and annoying. Mostly, it makes me feel very angry because I feel cheated about having a real life with a real job. It's one thing to fantasize becoming famous but it's another to not even have a truly reliable job. This recession kicked all of us in the ass, such greedy motherfuckers ruined it for all of us.
I did find something in Houston and it will be a getting a cover letter tomorrow, I'm kind of excited if I do end up getting it. I shot myself in the foot for the Houston job by taking to long deciding what clips I should send and by the time I did, the job was filled. Sucks majorly! Also, the job in Galveston looked very promising but the fact that I wasn't in town really killed my chances at a job interview. It was awful finding out since I was beginning to get a little butterfly-stomach at the prospect; btw, that's a good sign.
So, this last Houston job will hopefully pan out and I can actually have a media job when I head back to Houston. I do get the feeling, though, that my parents really want me to stay in NYC only because they know I'll be happy here and not so depressed as I was living in Houston. My father, I think, began to feel for me and my mother just thought I was wasting my life away, which I was.
I can't believe I'm almost 30 years old and live like a fucking college student, it's pathetic and heartbreaking and annoying. Mostly, it makes me feel very angry because I feel cheated about having a real life with a real job. It's one thing to fantasize becoming famous but it's another to not even have a truly reliable job. This recession kicked all of us in the ass, such greedy motherfuckers ruined it for all of us.