Long live the trouble-maker...
I spent last night researching and applying for jobs. I got my first rejection in the email box within 12 hours. That is a woman on top of her game. I didn't feel bad, the position requires someone who is already a lawyer and able to start right now. The problem with that is the job is only for a year. People who are not students do not go and join half-baked do gooder jobs for one year. They have this thing called loans and careers to build on. Nonetheless, at least the rest of the rejections can come in. The good part about applying to jobs you don't really want is you don't care to much about getting rejected from them. I am wearing my Ghost Beads and hoping they fend off calories and idiots as well as evil spirits. Only time will tell. I look as pale as Casper the Ghost in need of a blood transfusion. I might have to break down and buy more face-specific self tanner just so people stop asking me if I am alright. I am not ill, I am Irish. This is the me without ultra violet radiation or chemical stain. But that would be rude. I really want a job, I need something. The boyfriend is going to have to propose to me. We have been dating for five years, and not all of them rotten. He cannot waste anymore good eggs. He knows me as well as he will ever, so there is no more time chat. He probably won't like this talk. We shall have to see...