I got another rejection letter today. This one consisted of a single sentence and was clearly the result of a cut and paste hack job. I wonder why they even bothered? My job will end in about two months, after which who knows what I’ll be doing. A friend (an IU employee) looked over my resume and said it looked “too good.” That I need to make sure they know I know Peoplesoft and Microsoft Office and shit. WTF??? I’m going to start stamping resumes with “NOT RETARDED” in big red letters.
In other news, I feel like I’m floating away from some people and floating toward others. I’m trying to swim with the current and not fight things, but it’d still be nice to know what I’m doing.
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former librarian, nudist, and vegan, perpetual student, and failed truck driver, a.r. smith is the author of lots of little dittys in her head. part fiction, part memoir, part rant, more than anything, this blog is about hitting bottom and coming home. giving up hope, and gaining freedom. trying to carve out a little breathing room. becomming fearless.
she lives in the Hoosier state with her dog, Hustler, who continues every morning to wake her with a smoosh to the face and a bright shiny lick to the nose.
she lives in the Hoosier state with her dog, Hustler, who continues every morning to wake her with a smoosh to the face and a bright shiny lick to the nose.
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