Good Stuff
I must admit I've been enjoying these past few weeks at work, while a bunch of people are out of state for winter break. Those of us who are left are a great group, though we all have to work a lot more hours than usual since there are just a few of us. Good times nevertheless. Joann, the IPod someone left and we proceeded to play around with, hell, even the customers that were so annoying they were funny. Yeah, today was good.
My resume is nearly complete. I'm definitely emphasizing the awesomeness that was my paper and my experience with researching, both for class and on my own. Now if only I can find a job that will let me utilize those skills. . .
I'll start looking again next week. Getting the resume done was my goal for this week, and I can finish it tomorrow. Baby steps, but that's all I can handle without major anxiety. At least I have the apartment til August.
Man, I just watched this depressing show about a guy who tried to shoot himself in the head, failed, and had to shoot himself a second time. That must be awful. The way the blood was strewn about the motel room, the examiners said in between shots he must have walked into the bathroom and leaned over the sink to get a better look at himself in the mirror, while he was bleeding everywhere and all. The whole thought of it is pretty horrifying, though it sounds like the type of thing that would happen in one of my stories. :p
Back when I was in like, eleventh grade, I sent something into our state's major newspaper for their short story contest. They didn't have any limits as to what type of story it could be, so I condensed the juiciest part of my novel into the word limit and sent it in. I guess they weren't looking to award a story implying a sexual relationship between a 15 and 30 year old, describing the suicide by razor of their schizophrenic friend. (The first time I wrote about this was in tenth grade. . guess I've always been intrigued by the darker stuff, haha) Oh well, *I* thought it was well written. :p To this day, that part of No--Part II is like O_O and incredibly sad.
And on that note, gonna go read some more! Tomorrow Rich and I are going up to the condo (mostly so I can get some towels!) and to the big cnady shop and dairy farm up there. Then we're going out for Indian food, which is probably the last time we will get to do so. Sigh.
My resume is nearly complete. I'm definitely emphasizing the awesomeness that was my paper and my experience with researching, both for class and on my own. Now if only I can find a job that will let me utilize those skills. . .
I'll start looking again next week. Getting the resume done was my goal for this week, and I can finish it tomorrow. Baby steps, but that's all I can handle without major anxiety. At least I have the apartment til August.
Man, I just watched this depressing show about a guy who tried to shoot himself in the head, failed, and had to shoot himself a second time. That must be awful. The way the blood was strewn about the motel room, the examiners said in between shots he must have walked into the bathroom and leaned over the sink to get a better look at himself in the mirror, while he was bleeding everywhere and all. The whole thought of it is pretty horrifying, though it sounds like the type of thing that would happen in one of my stories. :p
Back when I was in like, eleventh grade, I sent something into our state's major newspaper for their short story contest. They didn't have any limits as to what type of story it could be, so I condensed the juiciest part of my novel into the word limit and sent it in. I guess they weren't looking to award a story implying a sexual relationship between a 15 and 30 year old, describing the suicide by razor of their schizophrenic friend. (The first time I wrote about this was in tenth grade. . guess I've always been intrigued by the darker stuff, haha) Oh well, *I* thought it was well written. :p To this day, that part of No--Part II is like O_O and incredibly sad.
And on that note, gonna go read some more! Tomorrow Rich and I are going up to the condo (mostly so I can get some towels!) and to the big cnady shop and dairy farm up there. Then we're going out for Indian food, which is probably the last time we will get to do so. Sigh.
posted by Erica at 12:31 AM
1 Comments:
Good call on the goal based, step by step job approach.
I wrote a story like that when I was younger too. It was one the suicide of my main character.
I'm thinking it probably scared the shit out of my teacher at the time - or not. I can never really know.
Oh well - c'est la vie.
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