in which i hunt for jobs.

today I looked for jobs.



anyone who knows me knows that I, like 7.9% of the rest of Illinois, am desperately seeking employment; the operative word here being desperately. every day when I take a shower, I alternate between crying and pep talking myself, then I get out & fix myself up & prep for another desperate day.

so today I had an interview with old navy. "but you hate retail!" the universe cries out in anguish. "how can you conscript yourself to another 1+ years of working for the weekend?" see I would rather be a receptionist. I would be a great receptionist. I answer phones like a pro and I (no kidding) type 80 wpm. but I have been unsuccessful in convincing others that I would be a great receptionist; i.e., I have 1 year & 1 year alone of receptionist work under my proverbial belt.

but really old navy wouldn't be bad. it's on state street so it's really close to school; it would take like 10 min. to get there from my flat, I don't really have a choice, etc. etc. I don't necessarily look old navy... but I'm sure I can conform. the one downside was when I went to the basement office, there was a sign on the door that said the store would be open thanksgiving day. crimmeny. I fucking don't want to work thanksgiving day. but I'm not even hired yet, so... I guess I'm getting ahead of myself.

anyway I still looked for jobs for the rest of the day. I still want to be a receptionist. I will still have to get a second part time job to pay for the expensive monstrosity that is my life. but, c'est la vie.




grad school grad school grad school. I had a lit crit theory class yesterday that is going to kick my ass. tonight.... magazine production.

I think I can I think I can I think I can........