Welcome to the Buggles - SCN

The Buggles, that is what I am callimg my current emotional state. Named after the 80's band, The Buggles is a curious half way stance between being elated and irate. The whole mess makes one quite twitchy.

On the elated side of the mandala we have the following:

Last night I finally Finally FINALLY figured out the proper way to send and format email correspondence to potential employers. YEE HAW!!! So I spent the wee hours of this morning emailing resume after resume.

One was sent out to Allworth Press, a nonfiction publisher looking for an editorial assistant. I was ecstatic to see their ad in the New York Times because not only do I own a couple Allworth books, but several years ago I worked as an Editorial Intern at Out Magazine. So I know I am totally qualified for the position. I spent an hour composing the perfect cover letter for them. It was a master piece even if I do say so myself. If I read that letter I would AT LEAST call me in for an interview.

And this evening while purusing the Village Voice I found and ad posted by Yeshiva University looking for a Library Assiatant. Hmm, what have I spent the last three years doing? Right! So I just emailed my resume to them with a perfect cover letter that only took a half hour to write this time.

And to top it all off tomorrow we are ordering my new computer! YES YES YES!!!! And thank god because this one is damn near close to dead.

That's where the word irate comes in. This computer. This fucking piece of shit laptop is driving me crazy!!! Oh how I hate thee, let me count the ways:

1) The damn thing shuts down whenever I open AIM so I haven't been able to talk with anyone for the last several nights.

2) Slower than Satan

3) Is only capable of functioning properly for an hour and a half tops before going insane.

4) Can't load anything properly.

5) Keeps making me lose emails and journal entries all because it won't do what you tell it to on the first try.

6) Takes me ten tries to even get online when using this bitchy ass computer

Tomorrow I rid myself of you forever, you crappy pain in my ass comp. I'm SOOOOO sending you back to Alex Pliskin. Let him fuck with you.

And I was stupid enough to sleep through the whole day. Yup, I didn't wake until Mom walked in the door at 6:30 PM. It was just so yucky and rainy out. Not exactly the most welcoming weather, it was the kind of rain that makes you wanna stay in bed all day. The sky was grey, it was pouring sheets, and the patter of the water on the windowpane was just so comforting. What else was I to do?

And on a neutral note, I've been on a beauty kick for the last couple days. I've been cleansing and moisturizing and conditioning every inch of my body. My skin is softer than a baby's bum and my hair is silkier than satin. And I smell wickedly fragrent.

Think that's all I have for now.

Ta ta.

White Belly Up - SCN

I'm getting lucky.

Tomorrow I have my very first post graduate job interview!!! It's at this place in Soho called Devlin Hair that I can only assume is a salon. I've sent out so many resumes to so many people I have no idea what I've applied for or to whom I've applied!!! But I think it's a receptionist position, or some sort of front desk since, well that's the sort of stuff I've been looking for. But I'm excited. It's a chance at an income.

I am going to ACE this interview!!! I know haven't always been the most articulate interviewee in the past but one must remember that it's been...three or four years since I last embarked on a job interview and my social skills have come light years since then. I'm just gonna go in and be my usual witty and charming self and knock this lady's socks off. When I'm done she'll be begging to hire me on the spot.

But there is a catch, I have nothing to wear. Well that's not totally true. I have a pair of black slacks that are too long for me, but I can always pin them. What I don't have is a good professional looking shirt. Mom gave me a couple of old sweaters that don't fit her anymore but they look really bad on me. They are completely unflattering and draw attention to all my physical imperfections like my flabby arms and stomach. I'll have to raid Mom's closet, see if there's anything nicer in there that she will let me borrow.

Wish me luck!!!

Luck Begins

Guess who has her first post graduate job interview tomorrow??? :-D

I'm so excited. It's for a company called devlinhair. They called me this morning and scheduled the interview for tomorrow at three. Here's their website: www.devlinhair.com Typical administrative position. I'm just beside myelf. i just keep thinking "money money money." I hope they like me. If I get a good paying job I might possibly be able to move out. How sweet would that be? I could email Meghan and tell her to pack her bags cause i'm getting us an apartment!!!!

On another note, i've gone somewhat community crazy today lol. found a depression group and a suicide survivor group. Still looking for an online quiz community. Never realized what a fabulous networking tool the communities are. Suddenly strangers have me on their friends list. it's kinda cool.

And last but never least, a special welcome to Mrs. Evie Nelson who will from hence forth be known as haemonic in the livejournal world.