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that's a lot of pie!
argh. i've just spent 2 hours wading through 1000 postings of pure crap. While yes, I'm in a hugely frustrating job, I'm not ready to start whoring myself out to every garbage post in the hopes that someone will bite and give me another crappy job. All of it, it's bookkeeping or phone support for some company with a god-awful website and the overwhelming projection that i never want to step foot in their office. Seriously, two hours were just spent to find 4 jobs. 4. The four that represent the upper eschelon of crappy jobs that i am unbelievably suited for but will still not give me a second thought because unfortunately, putting "i'm really good, i swear, hire me and you'll see" in a resume won't get you anywhere and everything else is the same crap that 100 other people who applied for the job today have in their resume. this is the suck. I can't quit looking because that certainly won't get me anywhere, but good god, this could not sap my will to live any more.
On the plus side, i had an enjoyable weekend. Friday i met tony and friends for some drinks at mary ann's, then dinner at cityside and then multiple rounds of golden tee and beer at the avenue. Golden tee, i had only played it once, but man is it fun. Although i need to refine my swing so that i don't injure my hand like i did this weekend. It was so bruised and stuff that it hurt squeezing my shampoo bottle the next day.
On Saturday i chilled out with my incapacitating headache all day, until the mixed invitation of adam playing at great scott's and jin having a party motivated me to shower shave and get out of the house. I went down to scotts, saw adam outside, then tony and company came up. Rather than pay a $7 cover, i went with them to the Avenue for umm, another round of Golden Tee. An hour later when that was over, i hoofed it down to coolidge corner for jin's ghetto party in the basement of her apartment. ALmost all my time was spent in the large open room with the ping pong table and survivor flip cup. I got on a team, we won a game and then lost five in a row. Oops. I was last man standing. And i whittled the other team (the queens of potpourri i believe were the chaps' team name) from 5 to 4 to 3 to 2 and then to 1. Luckily, it wasn't BC rules of 6 cups from beginning to end, but needless to say, it was still quite an endeavor. Never have i received so much attention, praise and goodwill from a room full of strangers as I did that night, overcoming insurmountable odds and winning over even the deepest cynic's heart. And then i lost in the final round. and then i staggered home.
usually sunday stuff, mcdonald's buffy, angel, video games. then today. Had the urge to attempt cooking. was going to be chicken, then i thought, "hey, why not wrap something in prosciutto?" scallops came to mind. my mother thought this retarted, but i just did a search and found a number of recipes so i win. so on lunch i bought the stuff, as well as some asparagus and rice junk. but dinner plans were moved until tomorrow and i went to city sides with old bostonians and amy.
okeydoke, time for sleep. no videogames today, damn job search, i hate you. Also, if i don't write tomorrow it is likely because i burned down the house in my heroic quest to wrap something in prosciutto.