The Procrastinator's Unfinished Symphony
It's misleading to say that I am yet another fool on the court of unrelated incidents. It's also misleading to say that the previous sentence was supposed to make sense. But I digress.
I had an interview for a job today. Just by typing the words I feel like I have doomed myself to failure. I don't seem like it, but I am quite possibly the most superstitious girl in my zip code--if not the world. I do not open umbrellas inside and I don't pick up coins that are tail-side up. There is a penny that has been sitting in the corner of my room for years and years simply because it had the misfortune of falling face down. I pity that penny, I really do. Anyone who is not superstitious and would like to adopt a very dusty, crusty penny is more than welcome to come by my house. Of course, you will have to sign a waver saying you will take no legal action in the event that bad luck steers you into a telephone pole.
What was I talking about...? Ah, yes. My interview. So I won't tell you what job I had an interview for until I get an answer back. Logic would dictate that even telling you about the interview would bring bad luck, but the advantage to making up superstitions is that you also get to set the rules. So I'm in the clear right now.
In other news, I have not unpacked yet. That's right. Everything I took from Japan with me except my computer and a few items of clothing are still in my suitcase and boxes. And I don't see this changing anytime soon. If only I were as productive as I am lazy then I'd... get stuff done. Yeah.
Mostly I've been occupying my time by writing, keeping up on house work, and playing chauffeur to my grandmother. It's been nice, but I am feeling the "need-a-job" mantra America instills on you pretty much the second you enter the country. I realize now that deliberately taking six months off was a terrible idea. I need a job. More specifically, I need income. Watching my savings deplete week by week is not a good feeling.
But right now, I am planning on being jobless at least a little longer. By that I mean I am still spending like I have no paycheck coming anytime soon. If I get passed over for this job, I just have to believe that there's something better out there waiting for me. That, or go crawling back to retail. Which, as a college grad who spent two years working in Japan, would quite possibly kill me.
Please, oh please let me get this job. (I'm saying this to the penny.)
I had an interview for a job today. Just by typing the words I feel like I have doomed myself to failure. I don't seem like it, but I am quite possibly the most superstitious girl in my zip code--if not the world. I do not open umbrellas inside and I don't pick up coins that are tail-side up. There is a penny that has been sitting in the corner of my room for years and years simply because it had the misfortune of falling face down. I pity that penny, I really do. Anyone who is not superstitious and would like to adopt a very dusty, crusty penny is more than welcome to come by my house. Of course, you will have to sign a waver saying you will take no legal action in the event that bad luck steers you into a telephone pole.
What was I talking about...? Ah, yes. My interview. So I won't tell you what job I had an interview for until I get an answer back. Logic would dictate that even telling you about the interview would bring bad luck, but the advantage to making up superstitions is that you also get to set the rules. So I'm in the clear right now.
In other news, I have not unpacked yet. That's right. Everything I took from Japan with me except my computer and a few items of clothing are still in my suitcase and boxes. And I don't see this changing anytime soon. If only I were as productive as I am lazy then I'd... get stuff done. Yeah.
Mostly I've been occupying my time by writing, keeping up on house work, and playing chauffeur to my grandmother. It's been nice, but I am feeling the "need-a-job" mantra America instills on you pretty much the second you enter the country. I realize now that deliberately taking six months off was a terrible idea. I need a job. More specifically, I need income. Watching my savings deplete week by week is not a good feeling.
But right now, I am planning on being jobless at least a little longer. By that I mean I am still spending like I have no paycheck coming anytime soon. If I get passed over for this job, I just have to believe that there's something better out there waiting for me. That, or go crawling back to retail. Which, as a college grad who spent two years working in Japan, would quite possibly kill me.
Please, oh please let me get this job. (I'm saying this to the penny.)