Spent all day writing covering letters and modifying the CV and sending things off and noting these activities down for the job centre’s inspection. Today has been, in fact, one of those incredibly productive days, theoretically. I applied for five jobs. I obtained forms to fill in for two more.
I still feel like crap.
Got a home job interview for a catalogue company.
Cleaned the house from top to bottom and waited for two hours.
They didn’t even bother to call and tell me they weren’t going to turn up.
And people have the cheek to say I don’t try hard enough to look for work.
This is not true; My parents paid for a top resume for me and I got a part time job near Uni within 3 days.
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I was talking with one of my best friends the other day. She moved out of state to be with her boyfriend until, or during, graduate school.
After the lengthy and headache-inducing Skype tour of her new, shared home, I asked if she’d started her job hunt yet.
She told me that she hadn’t. Conflict…
2oo9:
tbh i think i would do porn
should i
idk
I AM JUST GOING TO BUY PRETTY UNDERWEAR AND GO TO BURLESQUE LESSONS AND WEAR LOVELY OP-SHOP CLOTHES
LIKE
I’M GONNA STUDY LAW
BUT BE A BURLESQUE DANCER AT COOL CLUBS AND STUFF
GONNA BE A PUBLIC DEFENDER BY DAY, CLASSY STRIPPER BY NIGHT
(whilst also writing my scripts and becoming a world-renowned writer/director)
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If you are a nurse you are an expert in your industry as a health care professional, a resume writer is an expert in their field, they will know what to do.
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Imagine me as your favorite underground rapper or indie band. You have me all to yourself, but alas there is always a catch. I am working on advancing my career, which means getting my name out there more and when that time comes, I will be yours less and less until your affection for me is…
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After 4 fun and amazing days with old friends in Bing, it’s back to the daily grind. I kid you not, the first stop I made when my bus dropped me off at Port Authority was not my house…it was the library so that I could print this week’s pile of readings. It never ends.
On the bright side, I got…