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Harder to Breathe
Cover letters are complete bullshit. I never know what to say in them. They tell you not to state anything in your cover letter that is already included in your resume. For instance, there's no reason to say "hi my name is..." because your resume already has your name on it. No reason to say it twice. But if you include everything that you want your potential employer to see ON your resume, then what's the fucking point of a cover letter you know? The whole point of a resume is for the potential employer to decide if he thinks you'll be right for the position, a cover letter that merely re hashes the shit on your resume doesn't help you in any way shape or form. Frankly I think we should be able to just fax or email a resume, no cover letter included. it's just a waste of paper and we don't have enough trees left on this earth to bother with such idiotic formalities.
As you can see I'm trying to talk myself through this whole sending out resumes ordeal. it's a bitch. I don't want to do it. I suck, my cover letters suck, no one in their right mind would ever hire me. The only thing I excell at is watching TV, reading contemporary fiction, and bitching in my online journals. Can I get paid for that?
On a slightly happier note, i think I'm losing weight. Not certain because I haven't weighed myself since I got home. I refuse to. I don't want my percieved weight loss proving to be mere fantasy. So I'm keeping myself off the scale until at least September. Even if I'm not dropping weight right now I'm sure to have lost a couple pounds by then. But I really think I'm dropping them now. My tummy looks a bit firmer. And I've been walking more, and doing my sit ups and tightening those abs. I don't think I'm as jiggly as I was a month ago. Kudos to me.
And apparently I spoke to soon about Josh. He hasn't dropped me, he's just been in a bad mood for the last week and didn't call me because he didn't want me to see him so grumpy. I went over to his place on Saturday, his 31st birthday. And...I didn't have much fun. We had nothing to talk about. We didn't know what to do other then keep fucking each other. It was...dull. I try to get him to talk about himself, and he does if I ask questions, but I'm running out of inquiries. And he never asks me anything about myself so I can only assume he isn't interested. Even though we seem to find confort in knowing that the other is just THERE, I doubt this is going to last. It's not gonna become a long term boyfriend girlfriend thing. It's gonna be short term, casual, and it's gonna disintegrate when it's no longer of use to either of us. And where as I was freaking out over this just a few days ago, now I'm much more luke warm towards it. Mainly because I now know that I don't like him all that much, and since I don't like him it doesn't matter whether or not he likes me.
As you can see I'm trying to talk myself through this whole sending out resumes ordeal. it's a bitch. I don't want to do it. I suck, my cover letters suck, no one in their right mind would ever hire me. The only thing I excell at is watching TV, reading contemporary fiction, and bitching in my online journals. Can I get paid for that?
On a slightly happier note, i think I'm losing weight. Not certain because I haven't weighed myself since I got home. I refuse to. I don't want my percieved weight loss proving to be mere fantasy. So I'm keeping myself off the scale until at least September. Even if I'm not dropping weight right now I'm sure to have lost a couple pounds by then. But I really think I'm dropping them now. My tummy looks a bit firmer. And I've been walking more, and doing my sit ups and tightening those abs. I don't think I'm as jiggly as I was a month ago. Kudos to me.
And apparently I spoke to soon about Josh. He hasn't dropped me, he's just been in a bad mood for the last week and didn't call me because he didn't want me to see him so grumpy. I went over to his place on Saturday, his 31st birthday. And...I didn't have much fun. We had nothing to talk about. We didn't know what to do other then keep fucking each other. It was...dull. I try to get him to talk about himself, and he does if I ask questions, but I'm running out of inquiries. And he never asks me anything about myself so I can only assume he isn't interested. Even though we seem to find confort in knowing that the other is just THERE, I doubt this is going to last. It's not gonna become a long term boyfriend girlfriend thing. It's gonna be short term, casual, and it's gonna disintegrate when it's no longer of use to either of us. And where as I was freaking out over this just a few days ago, now I'm much more luke warm towards it. Mainly because I now know that I don't like him all that much, and since I don't like him it doesn't matter whether or not he likes me.