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Midnight Rambler - SCN
Jul. 3rd, 2003 12:53 amHello Diary,
Today I took yet another foray (did I spell that correctly?) into the world of online job hunting. Let me be the first to tell you that it's a wasteland out there. Nothing but sand and tumble weeds. Spent time on careerbuilder.com, where I posted my resume and discovered that I have nowhere near enough experience for any of the jobs posted, surprise sur-fucking-prise. I've been in college for 5 years, of course I have no experience. I've been intellectually bettering myself because I mistakenly thought that doing so would increase my chances of landing employment.
I wish our teachers would have been honest with us in high school. I wish they would have told us that people with AA's are more likely to get hired then people with higher degrees. Plus, people who don't spend 4 years in college are usually off gaining valuable work experience and THAT is what makes your resume stick out, not your level of education. I would have been better off entering the work force rather then going to college. If only I'd listened to my 12 year old self who always said "college is stupid."
After becoming pissed over my lack of employment options I decided to do something productive: I straightened up my room. First time I've even touched the thing in a week. I made pretty decent progress, got all the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, organized all my tapes, and hung some clean clothes in the closet.
Speaking of tapes, I'm realizing that I have way too many that I don't listen to. I mean, what the hell was I thinking when I bought Jennifer Love Hewitt?s first solo album? I don't have room for all of these tapes. Only problem is used music stores don't deal in cassettes anymore, so I can't sell them. But I don't want to just throw them away. So I'm stuck with them. Unless anyone is interested in owning a copy of The Little Mermaid soundtrack.
While cleaning I came across this poem that I wrote in Union Station on my way home from school. It's about Mike (not brother Mike, other Mike,) and it's actually good! Or, at least it has the potential to be good. It's all about desire and temptation, and I use the recurring image of the apple to bind the whole thing together. It sounds cliched when I try to describe it, but I was truly amazed at some of the shit I wrote in this poem. If I tweaked it a bit, it could be submission worthy. That made me feel better because I don't find many poems in my room that are worthy of being saved.
But, tweaking in itself is a difficult task. Because there are so many options open to you; so many images you could potentially use, so many word combinations, so many different ways to state the same thing. It's not easy figuring out the best way to say something. I guess that's why so few writers make it. The old adage is true, if it were easy, then everyone would do it. And as Tom Hanks said in A League of Their Own, "Of course it's hard. It's the hard that makes it wonderful."
Today I took yet another foray (did I spell that correctly?) into the world of online job hunting. Let me be the first to tell you that it's a wasteland out there. Nothing but sand and tumble weeds. Spent time on careerbuilder.com, where I posted my resume and discovered that I have nowhere near enough experience for any of the jobs posted, surprise sur-fucking-prise. I've been in college for 5 years, of course I have no experience. I've been intellectually bettering myself because I mistakenly thought that doing so would increase my chances of landing employment.
I wish our teachers would have been honest with us in high school. I wish they would have told us that people with AA's are more likely to get hired then people with higher degrees. Plus, people who don't spend 4 years in college are usually off gaining valuable work experience and THAT is what makes your resume stick out, not your level of education. I would have been better off entering the work force rather then going to college. If only I'd listened to my 12 year old self who always said "college is stupid."
After becoming pissed over my lack of employment options I decided to do something productive: I straightened up my room. First time I've even touched the thing in a week. I made pretty decent progress, got all the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, organized all my tapes, and hung some clean clothes in the closet.
Speaking of tapes, I'm realizing that I have way too many that I don't listen to. I mean, what the hell was I thinking when I bought Jennifer Love Hewitt?s first solo album? I don't have room for all of these tapes. Only problem is used music stores don't deal in cassettes anymore, so I can't sell them. But I don't want to just throw them away. So I'm stuck with them. Unless anyone is interested in owning a copy of The Little Mermaid soundtrack.
While cleaning I came across this poem that I wrote in Union Station on my way home from school. It's about Mike (not brother Mike, other Mike,) and it's actually good! Or, at least it has the potential to be good. It's all about desire and temptation, and I use the recurring image of the apple to bind the whole thing together. It sounds cliched when I try to describe it, but I was truly amazed at some of the shit I wrote in this poem. If I tweaked it a bit, it could be submission worthy. That made me feel better because I don't find many poems in my room that are worthy of being saved.
But, tweaking in itself is a difficult task. Because there are so many options open to you; so many images you could potentially use, so many word combinations, so many different ways to state the same thing. It's not easy figuring out the best way to say something. I guess that's why so few writers make it. The old adage is true, if it were easy, then everyone would do it. And as Tom Hanks said in A League of Their Own, "Of course it's hard. It's the hard that makes it wonderful."
