Another day goes, my employment status stays. I can't believe how many goddamned resumes i've sent out to no avail. Haven't been in Chicago long, I guess I shouldn't bitch. But I'm bored, and I want to.
Counting resumes sent out, applications filled in, stores walked into cold, asking if they need any help, I believe I've applied to over 7,000 jobs. Some of the jobs I've applied for would be a wonderful place to work, like The Field Museum or Whole Foods, or a comic book store, or pimp. Some aren't as great, like Sandwich Artist at a Subway, or dishwasher a a high traffic BBQ joint. A bit frustrating, but I've got money for rent (for now) with a bit left over for cheap entertainment.
Speaking of which, The Office is back tonight. Those Scranton bastards, they all have jobs. I could be Bob Vance, of Vance Refrigeration. I'd settle for Pam's old job, and believe me, I'm trying to get it.
I get to see Keaton tomorrow, which is exciting and lovely always. Merk will be in BG, so he doesn't have to put up with our disgusting bliss. Hurry up there, lady.
The laundromat is just down the street, and I went there today! Isn't this exciting? My blog gets the adrenaline pumping. I did three loads and three crossword puzzles! Holy fuck, my heart is racing just remembering it.
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