Bringing Out The Big Guns
How I wish I had the big guns to bring out but all I have is a laptop and my unimpressive, rotting resume.
The past two weeks had been hopeful in that I had enough proposals and pre-proposal stress to keep me busy. I was, in a sense, with purpose. I started going to the library, poring over business books, researching, and burning my brains out for ideas. It was fun being productive while it lasted.
I know they said that they would inform me early of this week but as of 11:55pm on this Tuesday evening, I have exactly 5 minutes to make it to the last stretch of the earlier part of the week. Technically though, I have 3 hours before “early of this week” says goodbye to me and brings along with it the promise of routine, responsibility, lunch breaks, bad office coffee, and – the one thing that makes all that crap worth it – paychecks. Since office starts at 9am, I have until 12 noon to cross my fingers and do my voodoo dance that they would call me and say, “Hey would you like to come down to the office? We would like to discuss something that might be of interest to you.” But honestly, what are the chances that they would actually do that?
*crickets*
Yeah, I thought so too.
*double sigh*
I am prepared for the worst; that they would not call and I’d be left out in the cold just like what happened the last time. Still, I can’t help but be a little bit optimistic especially since I want to attract all the positive energies as much as I possibly can. But who am I kidding, right? There is no way in hell my proposal would’ve kicked ass. I mean, I did my best but I guess it wasn’t good enough. Oh well…
Right now I’m looking at alternatives. The recent trips to the library made me want to go and become a librarian. Plus, I’m looking into teaching or working in an educational institution. But whatever it is, I think I might just jump on whatever job gets offered my way.
Sheesh…I am that fucking desperate, huh? Please don’t judge me, I have rent to pay.
