The long-awaited interview yesterday? Fabulous! Like a really rockin’ hot blind date, except instead of sex, a job offer. Which was almost just as good. But not really. We hit it off so extraordinarily, that I didn’t lie about anything. In fact, I told her what I don’t know, to which she said, “Stop talking. You had me at your letter. I just wanted to meet you in person.”
Craigslist SVU
I, like everyone else with a pulse and empty wallet, am cruising craigslist for that great paying, local job that somehow passed by those more qualified than I. So far, not so good. As of late, I’ve been applying to many not even close to my qualifications, but perhaps, just maybe, I’m first in line for a job they haven’t considered needing yet. It’s a reach, but I’ve got plenty