Word is bugging me today...

Word is bugging me today...

 

 

I`m on the hunt. Prowling. Searching. That great elusive beast is out there somewhere in the abyss. That fiend otherwise known as a JOB!!

I know, I`m a little ridiculous but I have a bazillion résumés out there covered in cover letters and follow-ups but I haven`t gotten so much as a single response. Well, I did get one response in an email that said they would be `pursuing other candidates`. Sounds like they`re stalking other people because they just couldn`t stand to hire me, lol. Job hunting sucks and that`s pretty much the long and short of it. I read somewhere once that looking for work is really full-time work itself and honestly, they`re right. I already have a job but I don`t really want to go back there and would like to find something a little more stable with better hours. It`ll be hateful to give up the benefits plan but in the long run I`d rather have a job that I don`t dread going to everyday. The work itself is fine, I don`t mind it one bit but the shifts are crap and with Miss Lily in school now I`d rather know that I`ll be home to see her more often that a couple of hours in the morning and on the weekends. Summer wouldn`t be so bad but still, I need a job with regular hours.

I`m sitting here waiting patiently to talk to Mr. Job at the Practice Depot to see if he heard anything from the Mystery Man who is considering recruiting an administrative assistant. Mr. Job has my résumé and he`s already told me that I`ll be one of the people he`s going to short list into the candidate pool. (All I can picture is a pool full of dressed up people waving their résumés and portfolios while a big hand comes down and picks one out for a job.) No one knows who this gentleman is that`s looking for an admin but from the sounds of things, it could very well be an excellent opportunity. I`m crossing my fingers on this one because so far I`ve had zero luck even landing an interview. Pain in my fat, flat white girl ass and I`m getting ready to bang my head on the desk in frustration of crossing off each job I have on my -Applied To- list. I think I have ESAD (Employment Search Anxiety Disorder)...okay, I made that up....

Little Man is in his ExerSaucer jumping like crazy and having a blast, Little Miss Chloe is standing there staring at him, and Miss Lily is in school. It`s almost dinner time and I`m dreading making anything other than a couple of peanut butter sandwiches for us girls. Little Man is going to have to make due with a jar of baby food...lucky him. Big Cranky is off running errands but is coming back shortly so I can go drop off another slew of résumés. Really it`s just one but one is starting to feel like a million. I think I`m stressing because I only have a little more than a week to find a new job or it`s back to the call centre I go...UGH.

Alright, I`m losing my train of thought....peanut butter, here I come.