I think I'm past 15 on the applications now. I put in for about three or four today alone, and I had 10 or 11 to start with (12 gone by at this point) so it's somewhere in the mid-teens.
You know that "limit" thing where I was only going to do five at a time? Yeah, that's long gone. The fact that I was only applying for library jobs? Yeah, FORGET. IT. I've applied for anything I think I would be able to survive/I'm remotely qualified for. That includes writing jobs, a receptionist job, library jobs of all kinds.
I'm sick of Wisconsin. Sick of being stuck in my parent's house. Dependent and trapped like one of Sherlock's bug specimens.
I'm bored. I'm lonely. I want out of this house and on with my life. I love my family; I really do. But I have to get on with things.
I've got to go let the dog out.
Ta,
Bec
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