It's safe to take me off suicide watch people. I'm feeling much better today. I worked for a few hours at the lovely and wonderful Republic of Banana where I convinced a young psychology professor to open a credit card. Score! We get pats on the back when we open cards and boy do I love recognition. No, but on a very small scale, accomplishing just a tiny task makes me feel less useless.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that tomorrow I will be finally meeting up with a hilarious writer friend who may have the hook up for an advertising agency position. I'm super psyched that maybe this could help me get my foot in the creative world door. So far nobody's that interested in lil ole' me. Even though I have the most gorgeous resume the world has ever seen! Seriously.
Being laid off has given me time to evaluate where I think my strengths and weaknesses lie.
I need to be working that left side of the brain. The creative outlet. The brainstorming area.
Granted, every job entails a little bit of something one may not thoroughly enjoy doing, but if I'm creating and surrounding myself with like-minded people, I believe I will flourish. I have faith in myself.
Last order of business: if you are one of my few loyal readers, you have noticed that I've been quite unfair. I've promised stories that I haven't come through with. I just want to reassure you that I haven't forgotten. They're in draft mode. I'm just not funny lately so they're not up to par. I promise to have one of my most bizarre stories yet posted by the end of the week. This is the one about the Jewish man I dated for three seconds, the one with the secret freaky side.