I had a 2nd interview lined up today.
They emailed to cancel. They offered the position to someone else.
I have an email drafted. It’s my resignation email.
Just in case…
1/4 part of me:I want to be cute and delicate and have a petite body.
1/4 part of me:I want to look smokin' hot and sexy in a bikini and have curves and a fuck you attitude
1/4 part of me:I don't even care man I can totally eat all of that cake watch me
1/4 part of me:I want to murder everyone and laugh as i bathe in their blood
1/10th, 1/10th, 1/10th, 7/10th
New York artist Sophia Wallace wants you — and everyone you know — to be cliterate.
Had another interview today.
The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that if I stop looking I’ll never better my situation.
Unless they fire me.
I’m tired of searching.
I’m in a job hunt desert with no actual oasis. It’s all a mirage.
Instead I’m planning to make my own oasis. I’m devising alternative plans for the future:
Nothing like getting up in the morning thinking you found the one.
Only to learn that The One is still dating other people.
You’re not his One.
That’s how I feel about my job hunting scenario right now.
So, it’s another morning spent searching and looking and trying to sell yourself as the best.
Just not the best for any One.