Today I learned that nuts can, in fact, mold ( Read more... )

I AM EMPLOYED.

That is all.

I hit my hundredth tracked job application today. (That means the hundredth written cover letter and application since I graduated in May of last year.) Rather than being depressing, I've decided this is a good sign--someone shall surely hire me in the next month, by sheer numbers alone! (Okay, yes, the universe doesn't work that way, but I like to ( Read more... )

If I had obscene amounts of money to burn, I would totally wear this.

Just thought I'd share.

See previous about my life being full of irony ( Read more... )

Me, searching for jobs and skimming job list emails:  Searchy-searchy-searchy... Instructional Design Specialist. Okay. Maybe... Job description?

Email: "Provides instructional design expertise... integrates a range of adult learning and instructional methodologies..."

Me: Not so bad. Qualifications?

Email: "Maintains a personal relationship with ( Read more... )

My life. It is full of irony.

I moved back to Colorado because I didn't like living in New York and I figured I could make more money here. In the move, the only box that seems to have either been destroyed or misplaced is the one with over $400 of books in it. Which I cannot afford to replace, because I have no money. And no, it was not insured, ( Read more... )

Still alive!

I had an interview yesterday that went fairly well... and I'm supposed to call another company for some freelance work today. (Remote freelance work; they want me to make them a powerpoint presentation of their product. Not terribly difficult, methinks. But they're going to give me a storyboard today, hopefully.) My part-time jobs want ( Read more... )

Hmm, just went for a walk outside--it's ridiculously nice here. Like 70 degrees or so. And the trees are flowering, the people are making dinner--which I can smell, even from my ninth-floor apartment--and the bugs don't seem to have recovered yet from winter. 'Twas nice ( Read more... )

I would like to inform everyone that the Schmoo, who I originally thought were just a convenient construct thought up for the movie Lucky Number Slevin, are REAL.

That is today's public service announcement.

( In other news, I have discovered why flashlights are called flashlights. )