F%$^&^% job hunting!!!!!
So, not much more on the job hunt. It's amazing what lack of money can do for self worth, etc. etc., not to mention how much harder it makes the actual hunt and what a pain in the ass everything is these days.
For instance, today I woke up early to go put in my resume at this awesome job I found on the Internet. I applied online, but since it's located in Portland and I am in Portland, I decided to swing by and see if I could get some actual human interaction. Since I don't have a printer, I usually go to the library to make print outs of my cover letters and print from the Internet. It's a drive, and there is usually a wait for computers. Today, I got there at 9:45, and they don't open till 10. So while I was waiting among the throes of moms in strollers for read aloud hour I see a newspaper stand, and remember that I need to get one to prepare for my freelance work. This makes me realize I am out of cash, and have to find and ATM in order to buy a newspaper and pay the .10 cents per copy I need for my portfolio.
I am making $10 an hour now, working 4 or 5 days a week, but never 40 hours a week. Still can't pay all my bills, but I am pretty damn close. It's either this, or the situation Brandon is in, where for every job interview he's gotta call in sick or come up with some reason why he's got to take an afternoon off.
So, I am trying to make money last, and it just doesn't. It's one thing after another... job interview clothes, for instance. My last job I probably didn't get because of my stupid outfit. I had all the requisite black, but I also had a white silk type shirt underneath that my bra showed through. Should I have spent $20 on a beige bra, or $20 on a new shirt that I'd wear once or twice? I don't have $20!!!
Grrrr. I just hunched over and hoped my jacket covered my bra. But this new job would be perfect. I don't want to talk about it though. Done getting my hopes up for shit like this. After printing everything out and getting dressed in my best clothes ( I finally sprung for a $9 shirt at the mall) I went to the office in southwest Portland. The receptionist was kind, but wasn't too psyched to take my portfolio and asked if I'd applied online. I had. She told me all the recruiters were "out of the country," and with all the international recruiting they do, it's impossible to talk to one. She couldn't give me a phone numbers. So, it's yet another slim chance that maybe something might catch someones eye in my resume three months from now, but I'll probably never know.
Meanwhile, the big newspaper of the state wants me to freelance for them. I should be excited and ecstatic-- this is what I have been waiting for. Unfortunately, reality has set in, and I know they aren't going to pay me enough to live on either.
Back to the drawing board.
For instance, today I woke up early to go put in my resume at this awesome job I found on the Internet. I applied online, but since it's located in Portland and I am in Portland, I decided to swing by and see if I could get some actual human interaction. Since I don't have a printer, I usually go to the library to make print outs of my cover letters and print from the Internet. It's a drive, and there is usually a wait for computers. Today, I got there at 9:45, and they don't open till 10. So while I was waiting among the throes of moms in strollers for read aloud hour I see a newspaper stand, and remember that I need to get one to prepare for my freelance work. This makes me realize I am out of cash, and have to find and ATM in order to buy a newspaper and pay the .10 cents per copy I need for my portfolio.
I am making $10 an hour now, working 4 or 5 days a week, but never 40 hours a week. Still can't pay all my bills, but I am pretty damn close. It's either this, or the situation Brandon is in, where for every job interview he's gotta call in sick or come up with some reason why he's got to take an afternoon off.
So, I am trying to make money last, and it just doesn't. It's one thing after another... job interview clothes, for instance. My last job I probably didn't get because of my stupid outfit. I had all the requisite black, but I also had a white silk type shirt underneath that my bra showed through. Should I have spent $20 on a beige bra, or $20 on a new shirt that I'd wear once or twice? I don't have $20!!!
Grrrr. I just hunched over and hoped my jacket covered my bra. But this new job would be perfect. I don't want to talk about it though. Done getting my hopes up for shit like this. After printing everything out and getting dressed in my best clothes ( I finally sprung for a $9 shirt at the mall) I went to the office in southwest Portland. The receptionist was kind, but wasn't too psyched to take my portfolio and asked if I'd applied online. I had. She told me all the recruiters were "out of the country," and with all the international recruiting they do, it's impossible to talk to one. She couldn't give me a phone numbers. So, it's yet another slim chance that maybe something might catch someones eye in my resume three months from now, but I'll probably never know.
Meanwhile, the big newspaper of the state wants me to freelance for them. I should be excited and ecstatic-- this is what I have been waiting for. Unfortunately, reality has set in, and I know they aren't going to pay me enough to live on either.
Back to the drawing board.
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