I got a phone call yesterday reminding me about my job interview. I was informed by the crotchety voice of my former manager that I needed an up to date resume and my completed job application. So I decided to re-write my resumé. However, because Microsoft hates people, the template I downloaded from their website decided to hate me. After spending an HOUR writing the damn thing, my MS word froze on me. Because it was the template format that I was writing on, all the work I did was erased. After crying for about 5 minutes, I went back to the work. I re-wrote it once again, made it sound almost hirable and then realized after I went to my neighbor's house to print it, that resumés are usually only one page. Well fuck me running. Mine was 2 because my education overflowed to the next page. I guess education is the issue now. I began to further ponder on my prior evening's psychological messages. Those thoughts being in my head most of last evening caused me to have some somewhat disturbing and obscure dreams. From getting questioned at the interview with some of the most odd questions to being reminded of a past I'd sooner like to forget. Questions from my favorite color to what makes me think I could ever get the job. The last question made me start to question it myself. What DOES make me think I could get the job? Because I worked there on and of (more so on than off) from August of 2005 to February of 2009? Because I know my way around retail dealing with books and the store? Because I am an English major? Or is it because my financial well being depends on it?
Maybe it's just me questioning my worth. AGAIN. I need to work on this worth thing. However, until I get stablized within myself, I don't think it will be something that you'll see soon. But I updated again, so I'm working on that. One thing at a time, right? One thing at a time. |
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