Gawd, I have to look for a job. The job I have now is okay and I like the people I work with okay, but truth be told, it just doesn't pay enough. It's a lowly job to some people's thinking but it's fun and the work isn't too bad--I actually enjoy going to work, for the most part. But how is that that this job I have doesn't make ends meet? How can I live in a three bedroom, two bath home (nothing fancy, now), have two older cars, etc. and still not have enough to live on? It makes no sense, I tell you!
So off I go to update my resume, add my co-worker to my reference list (hoping he'll give me a good one, of course), and buy something new to wear for my (possible) interviews coming up. I hate it, I tell you. I liken it to shoving pieces of bamboo up my fingernails...maybe not quite so painful, but the dread is the same.
Anyway, wish me luck. Soon I'll be doing the white collar work I was...yeah...cut out for. Yeah, I just keep telling myself that.