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I hate job hunting
Nov. 18th, 2003 09:08 amHate it, hate it, hate it. I hate marketing myself like a piece of meat. I hate having to look and then finding that everything either wants qualifications I don't have or doesn't pay anywhere near enough or would take an hour's commute.
It upsets and depresses me. And because I'm upset and depressed I'm not getting anything else done, which gives me more reasons to be upset and depressed which only leads to stupidities like shopping as stress relief. Only I'm not going to the mall, I'm going on Ebay.
Bad Nea!
I'm trying to get it in gear. Maureen the Mad's exemplary efforts in whipping my workroom into usable shape as a workroom are inspiring me. And this morning I figured out how to set up the lighting and location for the seedlings I want to start over the winter without 1) burning down the house or 2) substantially rearranging things or 3) having the cat eat everything that tries to grow. And I know it doesn't look like it, but I've cleared some boxes out of the library.
And I've updated my resume and put it up on usajobs.gov and washpost.com and I'm going to take it to the intelligence job fair next Thursday. So I'm being proactive and checking listings and everything.
But... damn. And I can't even flee to the retroactive comforts of Vincent or read some of the new stuff that I got at WFC because I promised the publisher that I would review a Cthulu novella next thing. And I'm so not in the mood for Chtulu.
Oh, and along with contacting people for Farpoint (and now Shore Leave) I have to send little ping messages to everyone I tried to network with at WFC, because I've heard from none of them.
I hate being invisible.
It upsets and depresses me. And because I'm upset and depressed I'm not getting anything else done, which gives me more reasons to be upset and depressed which only leads to stupidities like shopping as stress relief. Only I'm not going to the mall, I'm going on Ebay.
Bad Nea!
I'm trying to get it in gear. Maureen the Mad's exemplary efforts in whipping my workroom into usable shape as a workroom are inspiring me. And this morning I figured out how to set up the lighting and location for the seedlings I want to start over the winter without 1) burning down the house or 2) substantially rearranging things or 3) having the cat eat everything that tries to grow. And I know it doesn't look like it, but I've cleared some boxes out of the library.
And I've updated my resume and put it up on usajobs.gov and washpost.com and I'm going to take it to the intelligence job fair next Thursday. So I'm being proactive and checking listings and everything.
But... damn. And I can't even flee to the retroactive comforts of Vincent or read some of the new stuff that I got at WFC because I promised the publisher that I would review a Cthulu novella next thing. And I'm so not in the mood for Chtulu.
Oh, and along with contacting people for Farpoint (and now Shore Leave) I have to send little ping messages to everyone I tried to network with at WFC, because I've heard from none of them.
I hate being invisible.
