Whine much?
Apparently I sort of suck at this whole existance as a person thing. Day to day living doesn't ever want to work. I was fine flitting about doing plays and being a ghosty guide and a student, but now that I'm supposed to be a grown up (even a grownup who is in a silly show chorus with dancing and jazz hands) I'm not doing so well.
I don't have a job yet, and that is sort of depressing. I've been trying, but mostly failing to send out more applications. Considering that from around September of last year until now, I've sent out well over 200 (I know at least that many, but possibly more- I think I'm going to) job applications and have gotten a grand total of 3 interviews and no jobs, I am beginning to get a touch frustrated. I've registered with a couple of temp agencies to do document review work, but I really don't want to get sucked into that. Reading, pointing, and clicking may be worth $35 an hour, but it's not worth my sanity or self worth or future as a real lawyer.
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I know that patience is a virtue, albeit one I've never really had, so I'll try to continue being patient. At least until I'm totally out of money and have to move back in with my Mom. If that comes to pass I fully reserve the right to throw a temper tantrum. Until then, or until I get a job, I just have to hope that people do poorly on the December LSAT so I have tutoring students for February, lots of babysitting, and maybe pick up a seasonal type retail job or something.
Compounding this issue is that the other parts of life aren't working well either. I have no local friends, which is really annoying. I am sort of making friends in my chorus, but not the sort of friends that I can just hang out with and be goofy. I must say though, jazz hands do make being goofy easier. Me not having friends makes Austin's life sort of difficult becasue by default he is not only my significant other, but all the other sorts of friends I need. I think I confuse him. And besides, I can't complain about him to him. What's a girl to do?
My car has also been frustrating me lately. First the alternator died, and I got it towed to a shop, and told the guy it was the alternator (dead battery, clicking noises, won't hold a charge) and he replaced my battery. Then it died again, and he replaced the alternator. Then I got rear-ended by some dude named Ryan, who gets out of his Ford Extravagant with a cell phone in his hand and says (and I quote) "Dude, I am so sorry, I was texting a girl." We got his phone number and he said he'd pay to get the bumper painted, but Ace and I really can't afford to be without our car for that long. So, instead we have a scratched up bumper.
Yesterday, I had a flat tire. I had a screw stuck through it, too flush to pry out (at least I thought), so I took it to Tires Plus and they couldn't do it that day, so I took it to Wal-Mart. I told the guy I needed a new tire and he said he said they could do it in an hour. OK. So I wait an hour, go back and check- I'm up next. I get called 45 minutes later and a (new) guy announces to me "you need a new tire" I say, "yeah, I know, that's what I told the man who checked in my car". "Oh" says this guy, "he had you in for a flat repair, but I can't fix this tire." I say "I know, I've been here for 2 hours now, can you just put a new tire on it so I can go home." "Well," says the dude, "we don't have any tires that will go on your car." AAAARGH!!!!! By now it's late, everywhere is closed or booked up for the day, and I'm supposed to drive 15 miles on the beltway to get Ace from work- on my mini doughnut spare. Yeah.
So, today I take the car to Tires Plus, where the guy looks at it, and tells me to wait half an hour. He comes back twenty minutes later, my tire is fixed and back on my car and I owe nothing because when I bought the tire I had road hazard insurance.
I guess it all comes back to patience. Maybe I should get it tatooed on my forehead.