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[thejunipertree]

I fell asleep on the living floor this evening, all curled around a pillow and my limbs flung in not-very-comfortable positions. Not quite sure when exactly I passed out, I know the Engineer left around nine or nine thirty and I was still coherent at that point. I think it was shortly thereafter that I totally went under.

I vaguely remember my mother asking if I wanted a blanket and me mumbling something nonsensical back at her.

Though one in the morning found me half wedged under our coffee table, with one of the cats purring in my face and doing happy paws on my arm. And a crocheted throw wrapped around me, which I am assuming my mother finally wound up doing.

Now it's twenty of two thirty and I'm half debating going to bed. I've got an interview with another staffing agency tomorrow afternoon, which I'm not really looking forward to. And I've also got to phone the other staffing agency and see what the fuck is up. I begin to grow very irritated about them.

I just want a freaking job, that's not too much to ask for. Is it? Last night, I put in four more applications online for various different places and finally working the retail area of my experience. It would be nice if one of them actually calls me. I sometimes wonder if these job finding websites actually DO send your resume to whomever you're attempting to contact, that's how little the ratio of jobs calling me/not calling me seems to favour me.

The newspapers have been crap lately for classified ads, even the Sunday edition (which is normally very good for it). My unemployment benefits will finally kick the bucket in a very short amount of time (I think I have one and a half checks left) and I'm beginning to grow quite nervous.

My one tax return is a nice little chunk of money, for once, but I have to wait a few weeks for that and I know that I already owe the government an unremembered amount of money. So, I won't be getting as much as I'm supposed to as they'll garnish it. Can't rely on that.

Job job job.
Pray pray pray.

At this point, I'll even work as a cashier at fucking TARGET.
Hmm. Maybe I'll stop by there tomorrow and see if they're hiring. From what I remember, they pay fairly decent. Not as much as I would like to make, realisitically speaking. But, it comes close. I can squeak by on ten dollars an hour, I think.

hrrm.

Comments

[wee-scot.livejournal.com]

I've been in the same damned job for the last 13 years. I'll have to quit in a few months time when I move to the US. I'm sooooo not looking forwards to having to look for work again. I wonder if there's a job where I can mock people professionally?

Good luck with your searching. I hope something comes along soon. Oh, and here at least, if you get a gig at Target you get a 5%-15% staff discount across a range of different stores.

[mrbadluck.livejournal.com]

best of luck,,,,,by the way i have a boxload of books a fiew statues and one really nice erzuli veve wall sconce (tin and holds candles) and a drum if you or the enginere are interested in that has been put aside fo you,,,if ya want them

[jwmfleming.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain pookie. I've been poor as hell for months now and I was starting to think that all the resumes I sent out just went right into a giant trashcan. I'm sure things will look up.

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

I know how you feel. I don't think most of the resumes that get sent through the job sites are read by anyone; there's no logic to me not getting calls from publishing companies, who want "children's book experience," and are hiring for basically the same job I did at Scholastic, the biggest children's book publisher in the world. Really, if any of them have a fax #, I try to fax, because I think people really read those.

I don't even get calls from Tower or Borders or places like that. :/ It's so frustrating. My unemployment ran out a month ago, and basically, they told me there's nothing anyone can do, too bad, sorry darlin. Needless to say, I'm kind of screwed.

Nasty pig fuckers, the lot of them. Good luck to you, though. I know exactly where you are.