WorkworkWORKdammit!
I want a job. No, really, I honestly do. It's not just the niggling feeling of "but there's so much I could be doing!" - it's a way to develop sanity, or something.
I don't really have connections. I sure as hell don't have much job experience. I've been doing the same thing for 5 years, and before that, in all practical terms nada.
It is, indeed, a bit overwhelming. Especially since while I like working with people, I don't particularly have ambitions towards - well, something other than a job well done that pays decently. I'd like to try office work, I think. Or maybe receptionist thingys. PNC won't seem to hire me, though I'm trying to be upbeat and positive and reminding myself to keep applying or something like that.
Mostly, I wanna crawl under a desk and just hide there. Crazy intimidating, Monster.com and Post-Gazette's job site and suchlike.
Deep breath. C'mon. Angst session over now.
In totally different news: Played an hour of God of War (the original, not the 'latest and greatest'). It was like having to endure the insufferable dinner party with Darksiders' ugly, mentally deficient cousin that no one wants to talk about, while one really just wants to go hang out with Darksiders. Who may be broody, gothic, and clearly hates everyone, but at least means it, rather than staring blankly at your conversational gambits before going back to picking his nose in as grotesque a manner as possible.
... or... something.
I don't really have connections. I sure as hell don't have much job experience. I've been doing the same thing for 5 years, and before that, in all practical terms nada.
It is, indeed, a bit overwhelming. Especially since while I like working with people, I don't particularly have ambitions towards - well, something other than a job well done that pays decently. I'd like to try office work, I think. Or maybe receptionist thingys. PNC won't seem to hire me, though I'm trying to be upbeat and positive and reminding myself to keep applying or something like that.
Mostly, I wanna crawl under a desk and just hide there. Crazy intimidating, Monster.com and Post-Gazette's job site and suchlike.
Deep breath. C'mon. Angst session over now.
In totally different news: Played an hour of God of War (the original, not the 'latest and greatest'). It was like having to endure the insufferable dinner party with Darksiders' ugly, mentally deficient cousin that no one wants to talk about, while one really just wants to go hang out with Darksiders. Who may be broody, gothic, and clearly hates everyone, but at least means it, rather than staring blankly at your conversational gambits before going back to picking his nose in as grotesque a manner as possible.
... or... something.
