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Apr. 8th, 2003 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeUgh. Well, that was a total bust. No more jobs. Not from there anyway. Picked up a bunch of the job papers and started circling things, will call a bunch more tomorrow. The editorial job is gone, too... Probably no luck with that. I should just start calling some of the alterations places in the area and see if they're hiring. I also (Goddess help me) posted to Ficpress columnists asking if they want the columns translated into Spanish.
I must be bored.
I did send off the package to April today, though. Go me. Books and everything, although not as much as I wanted to. Couldn't think of anything else, though. Still, the signed Cerulean Sins is off, so hopefully that gets there without any damage or anything.
Lessee. What else have I done today? Not much. A lot of writing, which makes me feel somewhat productive at least. Still, the hideous state of the job market is depressing. For the first time in a long time I find myself considering moving back to DC. I dont' want to move back to DC. I love it here, I love my friends here, I even like this hideous shithole of an apartment; be it ever so humble, etc. But if I can't find a job, I just know my roomate is going to start getting all bitchy and whiny and make such a pain in the ass of himself that I'm going to move out. Hell, I'm probably going to move out anyway. I just need the money.
I hate money.
Someone give me some.
I need a job. I need .... christ. 90$ for a booklet you can pick up at the library for a Federal Exam? Fuck that. *slams down phone* I need a break. I need something. I need an injection of adrenaline, I need some motivation, I need to feel better about myself and not feel so depressed. I need something. Even the column isn't helping anymore. See what getting used to a thing will get you? But.. gods. How many issues of that have I cranked out by now? Lots. And people seem to like it and find it helpful, so that's something.
It's all inside of me
It's coming over me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside my head
For some reason that song reminds me of Edward.
It's really annoying, too. I discovered a wonderful set of books that would be very helpful in my writing, and I can't justify spending the money to get them because I'm jobless. Bugger that for a two-bit pennywhistle. This blows big fat moose chunks.
Bleh.
I'm going to go be productive in code before I resort to Smirnoff Ice.
I must be bored.
I did send off the package to April today, though. Go me. Books and everything, although not as much as I wanted to. Couldn't think of anything else, though. Still, the signed Cerulean Sins is off, so hopefully that gets there without any damage or anything.
Lessee. What else have I done today? Not much. A lot of writing, which makes me feel somewhat productive at least. Still, the hideous state of the job market is depressing. For the first time in a long time I find myself considering moving back to DC. I dont' want to move back to DC. I love it here, I love my friends here, I even like this hideous shithole of an apartment; be it ever so humble, etc. But if I can't find a job, I just know my roomate is going to start getting all bitchy and whiny and make such a pain in the ass of himself that I'm going to move out. Hell, I'm probably going to move out anyway. I just need the money.
I hate money.
Someone give me some.
I need a job. I need .... christ. 90$ for a booklet you can pick up at the library for a Federal Exam? Fuck that. *slams down phone* I need a break. I need something. I need an injection of adrenaline, I need some motivation, I need to feel better about myself and not feel so depressed. I need something. Even the column isn't helping anymore. See what getting used to a thing will get you? But.. gods. How many issues of that have I cranked out by now? Lots. And people seem to like it and find it helpful, so that's something.
It's all inside of me
It's coming over me
It's all inside of me
It's all inside my head
For some reason that song reminds me of Edward.
It's really annoying, too. I discovered a wonderful set of books that would be very helpful in my writing, and I can't justify spending the money to get them because I'm jobless. Bugger that for a two-bit pennywhistle. This blows big fat moose chunks.
Bleh.
I'm going to go be productive in code before I resort to Smirnoff Ice.
