Job Hunting
I’m making the leap. After bitching about my job since the day I started seven months ago (and playing hooky on my six-month anniversary out of self-pity), I’ve finally decided to say fuck it and look for another job. While maintaining this one. I am still poor, after all. Although the idea of quitting my respectable job to be a stripper for a couple weeks sounds kinda fun, I won’t lie.
At this very moment I have my resume open in another window on my laptop, and I’m very excited at the prospect of, well, working anywhere else. Hopefully at a place that pays anywhere near as much as all my other recent-grad friends make, the bastards!, ideally at a place that I enjoy working. I want to look forward to waking up in the morning.
