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greenstormAaaargh. Bah! Gah!
Hammering my resume into shape. Things aren't going exactly as planned. I hate this. Hate this, hate this, hate this. Hate the idea of trying to figure out references when I haven't worked for a year and a half. Hate the idea of market-speaking myself. Hate stupid stylistic conventions. Hate formatting. Hate, hate, hate.
I'm doing it. It's going slow. Hate, hate, hate.
In other news I realise that we get the place Monday, so I should pack a bunch of stuff to take Friday when we head over (assuming we're heading over Friday) so it's stay-able for me. Need cleaning supplies too.
I've been going through my garden and separating out what will live and what will die, and trying to think about ways to put a bunch of plants into pots together to conserve space, and thinking about how that compares with keeping them in little pots for added flexibility. I'm thinking about which to bring to the new place and which to leave at TOH, and whether to bring the big fig tree inside once it has enough chill hours (it's dropping leaves already because it was so dry before). The SO isn't too thrilled with the idea of the big fig tree in the house, somehow.
Been tossing clothing as well as plants. Have not boxed anything yet -- no boxes. I'm giving the box-getting responsibility to the SO in this.
Been wondering whether to consolidate indoor plants into fewer bigger planters or not.
Been restless, pulling out my own hair (figuratively), edgy, unproductive-feeling.
Unable to compose sentences. Pah. Bah. Ugh. I hate doing things I've failed at in the past. All this time and effort and it already feels wasted. Why doesn't anyone out there who's hiring want the good, useful skills that I have?
Yeah, I know, take the resumes around and chat them up and see before assuming.
Hate it anyhow. Cheers.
Hammering my resume into shape. Things aren't going exactly as planned. I hate this. Hate this, hate this, hate this. Hate the idea of trying to figure out references when I haven't worked for a year and a half. Hate the idea of market-speaking myself. Hate stupid stylistic conventions. Hate formatting. Hate, hate, hate.
I'm doing it. It's going slow. Hate, hate, hate.
In other news I realise that we get the place Monday, so I should pack a bunch of stuff to take Friday when we head over (assuming we're heading over Friday) so it's stay-able for me. Need cleaning supplies too.
I've been going through my garden and separating out what will live and what will die, and trying to think about ways to put a bunch of plants into pots together to conserve space, and thinking about how that compares with keeping them in little pots for added flexibility. I'm thinking about which to bring to the new place and which to leave at TOH, and whether to bring the big fig tree inside once it has enough chill hours (it's dropping leaves already because it was so dry before). The SO isn't too thrilled with the idea of the big fig tree in the house, somehow.
Been tossing clothing as well as plants. Have not boxed anything yet -- no boxes. I'm giving the box-getting responsibility to the SO in this.
Been wondering whether to consolidate indoor plants into fewer bigger planters or not.
Been restless, pulling out my own hair (figuratively), edgy, unproductive-feeling.
Unable to compose sentences. Pah. Bah. Ugh. I hate doing things I've failed at in the past. All this time and effort and it already feels wasted. Why doesn't anyone out there who's hiring want the good, useful skills that I have?
Yeah, I know, take the resumes around and chat them up and see before assuming.
Hate it anyhow. Cheers.
