You know it’s gotten bad when you rush home after a long day of hitting the pavement (and cut your happy hour short) because it’s getting a little late and you need to write an entry for NoJoMo. Sheesh.
So hi. I’m home. Man, retail ain’t what it used to be. 2 interviews and 5 projects down and…damn. I have been questioned and prodded and practically groped. My brain’s been picked, my innards feel a little pickled. I am exhausted from the process.
And I’m disappointed in the two prospects. Seems like tons of work for less than half the pay (for management!) of what I was making before.
Unemployment hit 10.2% today. I know beggars can’t really be choosers, but damn people. I should really cut my pay in half? I know, it’s called “underemployed”. I almost wonder if I should just extend my unemployment and bulk up on little projects. I just don’t know.
Last night was more fun than I’d imagined. Bob’s event was a smash, Marci and her friend made it, saw one of my gym instructors (volunteering for the event), and K. looked fantastic and was as wonderful as he possibly could be. I was so pleased with the whole event that I even had a teeeeeeny makeout session with K. at the end of the night. Nothing more, nothing less. I call the whole night a success!
Guys, I suck. My eyes are literally closing. I need to quit for now. Seriously? I need to do these entries in the morning when I have energy. I’ll be back.
Love you. Mean it.
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