2005-09-22

ack

So I haven't had any more responses from my job search. My exboyfriend sent me an email telling my about some friend of his with an MFA who took a year to find something that she liked. I don't need any more horror stories when I am living my own personal one. Well, that's overly melodramatic, but you know what I mean. Oh, the angst.

Another thing that is bothering me, is that even though i have kept this journal for a while, and countless paper ones before it, as well as all of the papers I have written during my six years at university, undergrad and grad, I don't have a single decent writing sample to send anybody. It's kind of sad. I've spent all this time reading and reading and writing and writing, and I have nothing of interest to show for it. My diary isn't staid enough, and my academic papers are too much so. I re-wrote my resume, again, today and now I think it is as impressive as I can make it. Could it really be true that academia is the only thing that I am good at? How depressing would that be? I really hope not, becuase i don't like it, and the more I think about it the less I like it. I saw a postion for an editorial assitant position in san diego today, and, go figure, it was the lowest paid one I've seen so far. How is anyone supposed to live on $20,000 in one of the country's most expensive cities, where a studio apartment alone generally costs 1,000 a month to rent? Seriously, I don't know.


xanthium at 2:59 p.m.

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