Applying for jobs is not the most fun a person could have. Honestly, I do get a bit swept up in the possibility each new posting could mean, and I do have fun on the first dozen applications writing these stellar cover letters and tailoring my very breath to what the posting is asking for and needing, but it does get old.
I have, however, had smashing luck so far in Wisconsin, where I have sent out fewer than a dozen applications and received four serious responses. One, to be fair, was for one of those file clerk positions where "files" are "sales," but the other three have been legit! And from really nice-seeming people in some cases. HR in others. I have an interview tomorrow that I'm excited and optimistic about--I like interviews--and the only thing I didn't have to wow them with was a dynamite interview outfit. So I got myself cleaned up after I scheduled the interview and headed down to Marshall's, which is in Greenway Station, literally right down the road from here.
Marshall's is where I must call bullshit on Wisconsin, for the first time not involving a politician (though I know one is behind this, and don't think I won't find you, motherfucker, and make you pay). Because there are NO suits of the non-bathing variety at Marshall's and there are NO Ross stores in the state. I am still reeling from this crushing blow to my savvy sartorial procurement needs. I sent messages to my mom and best friend here, and the latter offered to pick me up and take me with her to the mall, where she was heading anyway. We went to Kohl's, where I did find one really snazzy suit for more than I wanted to pay (limited cash until I can set up a bank account here). Bought it so no one else could take it, and because at my core I am a magpie, and a mean one. Went to the mall after and struck gold at Penney's. I now own one actual skirted suit and a nice blazer and slacks made by the same company.
Josh is playing something that sounds dreadful and bloody on the computer. He wasn't feeling well when he got home, so after dinner we watched a couple of Glee episodes and vegged; he stretched out with his head in my lap. Apparently a little horizontal time (no, sadly) was all he needed, as he appears to be terrorizing or saving a town of very, very frightened little digital people. And I am typing this blog entry on the island-y thing in the kitchen. I love this apartment, and I will miss it when we move.
A little extra homesick today. I talked to my old team lead via text message today and as excited as I am for this new stuff, and as batshit as my old job sometimes drove me, I miss where I worked. And my best friend, who had dinner with friends tonight and posted a picture on Facebook. I didn't really think about not having Hannah nearby until we were saying goodbye for the last time last week. I've been here for exactly a week as I write this, and that's fifty kinds of grand and great but I... I just lost my train of thought. Josh came over and I got it out of him that he is in fact terrorizing those little digital people.
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