morrigirl | Burning Clock

No phone call today either. Very depressing. In the last week I've sent out resumes to Columbia, Random House, the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, the New York Kennel Club, a couple literary firms, a literary agent, a couple law firms, New School, Manhattan College, and a synogogue to name just a few. Someone out there has GOT to want me. Someone has to look at my resume and think "Hmm, this girl has got the right stuff. I want to meet her."

Elisabete went psycho on Sebastien today, doing the same thing to him that she did to me on Monday. Last week she told him we'd be closed this Saturday, so he planned his weekend accordingly. Then today she told him we would be open on Saturday. When he called her on the fuck up she yelled and chastised him for not checking the schedule, swearing to high heaven that she never told him we'd be closed. Now his weekend is screwed because she is an idiot. I have to get out of here.

Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow and go have my physical. The sooner I get all the medical stuff out of the way, the sooner I can give notice.

The one thing I'll miss about the library, besides the NICE people, is having regular internet access. Without it I can't send out resumes, and since I still don't have a connection at my apartment, I'm gonna have to go over to Michael's and use his if I want to job hunt.

I'm in the midst of a major allergy attack.

I'll be honest, I'm scared of quitting. I'm terrified of not having any income. But with each passing day I'm presented with another example of Elisabete's grave mismanagement and I know I can't continue to take this shit.

I just wish I could find someone who wanted to hire me.