Recap

I stayed up till 2 am this morning so that I could finish my book and then write about it. It was great. I really enjoyed the book and was disappointed that there weren't hidden chapters somewhere else. I really felt drawn to the main character and want a sequel damnit. So if you read this Liza Palmer, I want a continuation of Maggie's story!

But the reason for this blog was not to be a book review or to impress those that might actually read this with how much spare time I have to read. It's about me ranting about my inability to find a job! Since August 1, I have applied for at least 60 jobs. And I'm doing pretty crappy on the ratio of callbacks at this point. When I had applied for 20 and had 3 interviews I was ahead of the curve. Now I'm at 60 jobs applied for and only 4 interviews. I am at least 2 interviews behind. And do you wanna know the saddest part? I've stopped applying for Social Work jobs. It is clear to me that someone out there does not want me to be a social worker. So I've resorted to my old fallback - Bookkeeping. I knew I should have gone into accounting. I was an accounting major for about five minutes one year. I should have stuck with it.

But alas - I haven't even heard back on any of the bookkeeper jobs. Am I destined to be a not-so-domestic housewife? If so, I'm going to need an apron and some Valium! In the past two days (not counting today), I have applied for fourteen positions. By now they should have read my fabulous cover letter and taken a gander at my resume. Shouldn't they be knocking down my door at this point? Is it the Austin cell phone number? Are they afraid to call long distance? Do I sound fat from my cover letter and resume and they feel I might tarnish their image? It has to be something. To be honest, I'm really getting sick of trying. Can you believe that I have one of the most expensive degrees in the country from an Ivy League School that some people would kill to go to and I can't find a job?! Wouldn't it be sad if I were a bartender at some seedy dive bar or a coffee maker at some snobby-ass coffee house? At least I wouldn't be the first overeducated bar maiden, right?

Oh well. Tomorrow is another day and there will always be shitty jobs for me to apply for and get my hopes up about. Right? Of course right!