I've been working almost constantly since I was sixteen. This fall, I haven't had a job, and I still don't have one now. It's not as if I'm lazy or anything, well, maybe I am, but I just didn't have the time this semester, plus my standard on-campus job sort of slipped through the cracks of bearaucracy. I just through out a few aplications into the void, and I hope one of them at least lands me an interview. Let's put it this way: I'm happy I can cover Febuary's rent right now. Actually, I'm ecstatic I can, because I must get a job by the end of winter break. As for this moment, if I have to write one more cover letter or pop open one more openoffice document, I'll... I'll... I don't know what will happen. Presumably nothing impressive.
After writing those cover letters, I noticed I didn't have to change this one paragraph where I mention how, translated from resume-speak, I'm on the border of obsessive-compulsive and I show up on time. I can't imagine a job where those traits work to the applicant's disadvantage. It's fun to imagine, though.
I swear my next LJ post will be more interesting. I SWEAR.