Job Hunting...still

So here's a thought. I hate filling out job applications. I hate that I have to fill out the same exact stuff every single time and that it takes so long and that I know someone more qualified than me is applying for the same job. It is such a hit to my self-esteem. I read this article in this months Cosmo (yes Mom, I read Cosmo) about how those of our--well, my--generation are more susceptible to feelings of inadequacy when life doesn't go according to plan. I would just like to say that if your life can ever be a described almost exactly in a Cosmo article, it's probably time for a lifestyle change. Which is the state I'm currently living in.

If there is anything I have learned in my now 20 years of moving and financial struggles, family feuds and personal failures, it's that life is anything but perfect. Life just happens and you can't predict or control it. So why we (those of the Millennial Generation) see it fit to take it personally when things don't go how they were supposed to is beyond me. I say that because I do it too. Every semester I don't attend college, I take it personally and I blame myself in some way for not making it work out. Every time I lose a job I see all the mistakes I made and I think of how I screwed up. Every time I break up with someone... oh wait, that's never happened. But I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I'm too hard on myself. Yeah, I make mistakes and the choices I make do have repercussions like not going to school, not having a job, not having a boyfriend, not fitting the model stereotype, not whatever, but that doesn't lessen who I am as a person and I can't let those things define me.

I have a lot to offer and I realize that more and more everyday. I am talented and funny and smart and fantastic. Eventually someone is going to see that and give me a freaking awesome job. Because I deserve it. And I need it. I just have to endure a few more job applications.

"...peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes."
--D&C 121:7-8

On a brighter note, I got "The Song That Never Ends" stuck in my aunt and cousin's heads.

The end.

Hampsters

About a month ago my roommate and I had a bonding experience where I didn't have a job or money and so she bought me dinner and afterwards went to a pet store to look at puppies. We didn't see any puppies but we left with two hampsters. The lady who sold them to us said they were too young to tell what gender they were but Brittany and I are very confident that we have a boy and a girl--Luke and Lorelei. This belief comes from some very in depth research on Brittany's part and was pretty much confirmed when we caught them doing the dirty in their 'Timber Tent.' And that's why we have the honor code. If Lorelei is not pregnant than she has really let herself go. She has recently taken a fond liking to jumping off the 'Timber Tent' in the hopes that she will escape her cage. After a week and a half of not even touching the top you'd think she would give up hope. But no, she keeps on trying. She gets props for her dedication.

Also, I'm pretty sure Luke is scared of her because he just hides in the 'Timber Tent' all day. Sometimes when they misbehave, Brittany and I threaten to take it away. We're such good parents. Brittany wears the pants in our relationship. She's our breadwinner since I no longer have a job. I had been working at this tiny little call center for like a month but I couldn't stand it so I quit.

I was a telemarketer, which I didn't like, and I was one of very few LDS people who worked there so it just wasn't a good environment. Plus the pay was not enough to justify working a job I hated. So now I am looking for a new job. I'll take just about anything that isn't a call center. But I need to find something quick because I don't want my parents paying my rent again or my roommate buying me anymore food. That makes me feel pathetic. If I were smart I would woo boys into taking me on dates and feeding me. But A. I'm not that heartless and B. Provo boys only date skinny girls. I think next time my bishop or--more likely--my dad asks why I'm not married I'm going to tell them I'm a lesbian.

The moral of the story is, don't buy hampsters unless you know what gender they are.

THE END.



What I'm listening to:
Not Over You - Gavin DeGraw
Turpentine - Brandi Carlile
Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Greg Laswell
Ghosts - Laura Marling
Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon