Or in my case, no work and some play make Steph a listless, apathetic, bored-out-of-her-gourd girl.
I am so sick of my computer. I’m sick of pimping out my resumé. I’m sick of being in my house at all hours of the day and not accomplishing anything besides keeping up almost religiously on all my blogs. I’m sick of my lack of ambition at home… I could be taking advantage of all this time by reorganizing my crazy little house, but instead I’ll just play around with portfolio concepts and refresh Google News a few zillion times.
I’m also slightly annoyed that I haven’t heard back from last week’s interview. I was promised (yes, guaranteed) that I would hear back from them by Friday. I haven’t heard a damn thing, even after following up with a voice mail yesterday morning. Boo-urns.
I have another interview of sorts tomorrow that has interesting, albeit seemingly temporary, prospects. I’ve dropped off or emailed my resumé to every possible place and have scoured the interwebs for any local job I even only slightly qualify for. I still have plenty of hope, but with each day it seems slightly more disheartening.
This is also the longest I’ve gone in my post-collegiate life without working. Shouldn’t that be more fun?