taking the cats to the vet was even more traumatic than i imagined, so that was great. i successfully forced abe into his carrier, but then huck knew the jig was up and spent the next five minutes hiding under furniture and hissing at us furiously when we tried to pry him out. we ended up taking the two of them separately, tacking huck's appointment onto the dog's weekly mange shot (did i mention here that the puppy had mange? if not, i just did. i loved finding that out because mange is just the dog form of scabies, which is disgusting. it's gone, now, thank god).
i've been sending out my resume (mostly to administrative jobs, hoping that i won't have to resort to retail) full-force this week and have gotten two responses. one in broken english asking me to set up a money transfer before i start running errands (which, btw, was not the job description that got me to apply) and the other demanded i send in a full credit report before they scheduled an interview. so, i guess i've essentially gotten no responses. the worst part of the job search is knowing that i'm qualified to do practically anything short of brain surgery. i have tons of varied experiences, two degrees from UCLA and am working on a master's. i can file papers, guys. really, i can.
1 comment:
i've been cruising the craigslist job ads and have had zero luck... if anything, those posts really just provide me with a laugh or two because of their absurdity.
Post a Comment