More job searching today. Seeing as it is taking a loooong time to hear back from the interview I had last week, I think 8 days is a bit too long to wait just to shadow. Not even to wait for them to say I have the job, but to shadow?! Redonkulous.
So the manontany of job searching, resume tweaking, and cover letter writing continues. I have come across a couple of times people saying this: (now picture a fat balding man, sweating in his suite that is a size too small, his third chin dangling over his shirt collar. He throws back his head with a smirk while looking at my resume, sweat beads trickling a little to the side from the motion, and his voice booming in a southern accent) "Well, Ashley, why on earth would you apply for ______ position when you have a Master's degree? Don't you want to do something in your field or that pays extremely well? Isn't it a little silly to send such an over qualified resume to this position?" I like to throw that image to you because it's how I feel when people say this, like I am being bullied into a mold of what I should be looking for and what I actually am looking for.
Ugh. I hate looking for a job.
I am finding myself missing the days of when I would wake up and have a routine. I thought for a while when I quit my old job I would enjoy the life of a drifter, a nomad. A life where I didn't have to stick it to the man because there was no man! And I would be free to do and go where I please, not weighted down by the cooperate world and the responsibilities of being a professional adult! I would travel the world in a beat up old van, living off a small amount of money for food, sleeping in a tent, and discovering the world as I wanted to do! YEAH!
Then I woke up two days later and realized, I have a house, a car, no job, and 4 animals. That nomad life ain't happenin' girly girl.
However, I am hopeful that I will find something soon. I mean, if I apply to ever single job in Madison, surely someone will feel sorry enough to hire me? Right? At least I am putting myself out there.
Le sigh.
I have to say that it is a good thing I LOVE this city and have great people in my life helping me. Because if I had done all this without them and not liking the city, I would be screwed. I may be broke as a joke, unemployed, uninsured, and homeless, but by golly, I am happy!
I am also turning into a clean freak. By that I mean I am so freaking bored that I am cleaning other people's houses FOR THE FUN OF IT. Yeah, you read that right my friends. FOR FUN! Now, if you knew back in the day you would think A) i'm sick or 2) I've lost my mind or III) I have been possessed by cleaning aliens who want to rid the world of all that is clutter. Albeit, since owning my own home and having some snarky comments from people in the past about my living conditions (to which I would reply in my mind "Hey guys, I'm a single gal who lives alone... I do what I want!"), I have significantly changes my ways, the following has also occurred recently: selling my home and living in others peoples home and being unemployed. All three of these events have led me to become The clutter eater! I am telling you, i you ever want to force yourself to become a cleaner person, have all three of these events happen in a 4 month span. BOOM! Instant cleaner upper. Actually, I find cleaning to be very cathartic. I am an instant gratification type of gal, so there is something about vacuuming up a rug and seeing it instantly become clean. It's almost like a drug! HAH!
Ok, I have procrastinated long enough. I must get back to the hunt for employment.
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