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Jan. 21st, 2004 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeIt's so sad how I can recognize Highlander the tv series even when it's playing two rooms over.
And it's so silly how just talking to my aunt and sharing some angst on writing makes me feel better. At least a little better. She's so earnest about me going out there and making it. I think at least part of it might be projecting... ah well.
Had a nap. Had some soup. Had a very good interview after doing piles and piles of pointless paperwork. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the paperwork they make you fill out at staffing agencies? Five different copies of the same tax form, ten different copies of names and addresses and references and by the end of it all you're writing down your birthday where you're supposed to put today's date and your social security number on everything, just because. At least I have a passport. That makes the 'give us three different forms of identification and a DNA sample' part so much easier.
But the good part is (and I know I'm jinxing myself just by putting this up here, but hey) that they have an immediately permanent position for customer service, and they want people who speak Spanish or Japanese. And I speak both. Albeit with very different degrees of fluency, but I do speak both. So they're going to send my resume along and see how the company likes me. Here's hoping.
Especially with the ridiculousness that writing for a living is turning out to be. Actually it's not, but I have two big ... three big issues. One, money. I really want someone to just come along and say 'I want to be your patron. I'll put you up, give you a place to live and a small allowence, and all you have to do is write and submit.' I could live with that. Well actually I kind of live with that, since I'm living at the boyfriend's parents place and, like the wonderful, amazing people they are they're not charging me rent or nagging me or anything, they just want to make sure I'm looking for a job and ask me to help around the house. So I do. And I am. But they're still wonderful. Aaaaand. Two, submitting. We've already established that I'm a complete neurotic about that.
Three, I is a dumbass. I hear, go out and get the Writer's Market book. Okay. I go to the store, there's two there. One, the main book. Two, the novel writer and short story's Writer's Market. I go, okay, I have 30$ left on my Border's gift card, the Novel and Short Story Writer's Market is 30$, and all I really need it for is the listings, right? NoooO! Apparently there's also a query letter clinic and a whole bunch of other things in the 50$ main book. Cue Kitty banging her head on the desk in frustration. Cue lifesaving aunt mailing out check for the main book. Cue Kitty falling down and worshipping lifesaving aunt. I love having relatives in the same not-business.
And now, cue Kitty going upstairs and writing her little fanny off.
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lilithraevyn I promise I will I will do the natlitcrepro peer readovereditythings tonight. I will! Dammit. Because I'm a good community member and do things like that. *smacks hand* Just been having spazzy attacks lately.
And it's so silly how just talking to my aunt and sharing some angst on writing makes me feel better. At least a little better. She's so earnest about me going out there and making it. I think at least part of it might be projecting... ah well.
Had a nap. Had some soup. Had a very good interview after doing piles and piles of pointless paperwork. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the paperwork they make you fill out at staffing agencies? Five different copies of the same tax form, ten different copies of names and addresses and references and by the end of it all you're writing down your birthday where you're supposed to put today's date and your social security number on everything, just because. At least I have a passport. That makes the 'give us three different forms of identification and a DNA sample' part so much easier.
But the good part is (and I know I'm jinxing myself just by putting this up here, but hey) that they have an immediately permanent position for customer service, and they want people who speak Spanish or Japanese. And I speak both. Albeit with very different degrees of fluency, but I do speak both. So they're going to send my resume along and see how the company likes me. Here's hoping.
Especially with the ridiculousness that writing for a living is turning out to be. Actually it's not, but I have two big ... three big issues. One, money. I really want someone to just come along and say 'I want to be your patron. I'll put you up, give you a place to live and a small allowence, and all you have to do is write and submit.' I could live with that. Well actually I kind of live with that, since I'm living at the boyfriend's parents place and, like the wonderful, amazing people they are they're not charging me rent or nagging me or anything, they just want to make sure I'm looking for a job and ask me to help around the house. So I do. And I am. But they're still wonderful. Aaaaand. Two, submitting. We've already established that I'm a complete neurotic about that.
Three, I is a dumbass. I hear, go out and get the Writer's Market book. Okay. I go to the store, there's two there. One, the main book. Two, the novel writer and short story's Writer's Market. I go, okay, I have 30$ left on my Border's gift card, the Novel and Short Story Writer's Market is 30$, and all I really need it for is the listings, right? NoooO! Apparently there's also a query letter clinic and a whole bunch of other things in the 50$ main book. Cue Kitty banging her head on the desk in frustration. Cue lifesaving aunt mailing out check for the main book. Cue Kitty falling down and worshipping lifesaving aunt. I love having relatives in the same not-business.
And now, cue Kitty going upstairs and writing her little fanny off.
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lilithraevyn I promise I will I will do the natlitcrepro peer readovereditythings tonight. I will! Dammit. Because I'm a good community member and do things like that. *smacks hand* Just been having spazzy attacks lately.