Jobs applied for between September 20 and November 31: 50+
Jobs heard back from: 2
Potential employers who replied only to tell me that I "did not meet qualifications": 1
Potential employers who replied to offer me a job within 30 minutes of receipt of application: 1
Interest factor of offered job on a scale of 1 to 10: 0
Level of desperation for any job, regardless of interest factor, on a scale of 1 to 10: 11
Time it took to accept offered job: < 5 seconds
Hours worked on Tuesday: 11
% of those hours spent wanting to pull my hair out: 100
Ratio of hours spent feeling lucky to have a job : hours spent feeling relieved that job only lasts 5 weeks: 1:1
Time of Wednesday departure for Thanksgiving at in-laws: 4:00am
Time of arrival: 3:00pm
Minutes after arrival that sister-in-law announced her pregnancy: 3
Minutes spent jumping around and squealing, approximately: 1 million
Drinks consumed over next four days: 30
% of above drinks consumed before 11am: 5
Drinks consumed based on rationale that pregnant sister-in-law cannot have alcohol and that I must therefore drink for her: 10
% of stay at in-laws of which memory has been obliterated by alcohol consumption/food coma: 50
% of stay at in-laws spent fending off father-in-law's derogatory comments about my hat: 25
Time of Sunday departure from in-laws: 10:00am
States passed through: 7
States in which it rained endlessly: 7
States in which endless rain was accompanied by terrible smells: 1
Odds that terrible-smelling state will always be New Jersey: 100:1
Hours of driving, anticipated: 10
Hours of driving, actual: 13
Hours driven by Brad: 9
Hours driven by Brad from the backseat: 4
Time of arrival in NYC: 11:00pm
Level of exhaustion: unfathomable.
(Y'know, just in case anyone wondered why I haven't been blogging.)
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7 comments:
hey!...welcome back....
Happy late Thanksgiving! And congrats on the stellar justification for drinking your face off.
That's it! You are desperate for a job. Don't do that to yourself!!!!
I got to this point after 6 months of being unemployed.
The person who interviews you can read your desperate body language, and your hopeless mind. Be careful.
I’m finally working, making not even ½ of the money that I was making, but I’m happy because I got a job. The lesson that I learn from all this:
I was expending too much money, not saving and it’s possible to survive with the money that I’m making now.
I'm proud of you for drinking for her. It's what all good people do.
I'm sorry, but how else are we supposed to deal with relatives if alcohol isn't involved? I've actually had to do just that, and I can tell you- it ain't pretty.
Like Homer Simpson says- If you have to do a job you don't like, just do it really half-assed.
oh, ok, that's why you've been absent: you've been drunk and driving.
welcome home.
Hard to say which is worse...not having a job or having a job that sucks the bone.
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