I want some sugar on my tongue.

As of today I have been unemployed for three weeks.

This hasn't been so terrible really because mostly I have just been in my apartment; on the computer looking for jobs, watching Law and Order reruns, and working out. Since the end of February I have lost something like 8lbs and I hope to hit 10lbs by Monday. Yesterday I worked out so much and did so many squats that today I can barely walk. Oh, my ass is tight and it is sore. That sentence ought to get me some interesting web traffic.

But on the other hand, job hunting really does suck out your soul. It is hard to continally get a boner about myself, repeating how great I am and how YES I WILL WORK HARD FOR YOU, big boy! It's so boring. My work history is boring. My story of why I moved from here to there? Boring. The fact that your job is SO HARD in your eyes? Yes, very very boring. Oh, wait, I mean "you're awesome! Can I please work for you?!?"

Also, if you go back in my archives to last March and the March before that you will see that I was (wait for it....) JOB HUNTING. Apparently my kind of spring fever involves completely uprooting my life and looking for a new career. Bully for me. On Monday I have something coming up which I am pretty excited about it. I am trying to be very positive and putting good energy out into the world. I am totally The Secret about it. I want it, come to me! Isn't that how it works?

Otherwise, Easter is on Sunday and have I mentioned that I love Easter?? Not the religious aspect because um, what happened on Easter? Jesus dyed eggs with a rabbit? I am not sure exactly. (don't email me, I know what he did...he ate some chocolate!) No, I love Easter because it means Spring and crocuses and Easter brunch with ham and mimosas. I love the mellow drunkenness of mimosas. THAT is what Easter is all about. Will someone pay me for drinking mimosas? I am super good at it and that would be awesome.

I hope the Rabbit brings you something delicious. You totally deserve it.

Comments

[Renee]

As a fellow job hunter, I definitely feel your pain: I spent all day sending out resumes from my bed. During a short reflection this evening I scolded myself for spending all day in my pjs until I remembered that I also kissed a lot of ass and did a fair amount of dreaming about jobs I'm not qualified for. If that isn't happiness, I don't know what is.

Anyway, good luck with the career change. And if you know anyone looking for a "super smart, super dedicated, holy-hell-will-I-produce-for-you PR gal," just send them my way.