How I Pass My Days–Part 1

I got notification I didn’t get a job this morning. Actually they sent me a letter in the mail that I never received. Hmph. Usually I cry a bit when this happens. Especially when I’ve been looking for a California job since March.

Today, instead, I started applying for another job. At first I tried with a sister company to the job that I didn’t get. Their website was messed up. I’d click on Career and it’d just refresh. It felt like every other link worked, but that one. Just my luck.

So then I went to another company. There was a posting for a technical designer. I had all the experience-pattern making and all. I wrote a fantastic cover letter, and worked through the electronic application. The page where I’m supposed to upload my most recent resume (updated with new address) and my perfect cover letter comes. It doesn’t work. I log off and log back on. It still doesn’t work. I call the corporate office. After being on hold for 10 minutes, I get a representative. I was polite and concise. He can’t help me he says. There is an e-mail address you are supposed to write to he says. I tell him that I have not seen an e-mail address, and can he please just give it to me over the phone. No, he cannot. Why, I wonder. I ask him where to locate the e-mail address. He is silent for several minutes. I think maybe he has hung up. Finally he tells me to go to the “contact us” tab. By then a lump the size of California has formed in my throat.

Look, I’m not an idiot, I think. That is how I found this number. The only e-mail addresses on that page are for customers, not potential employees. I thank him and hang up.

A tear falls. Then another. I am so angry/mad/frustrated/discouraged/lonely/annoyed I don’t know what to do. So I do what any self-loving girl does.

I pull out my Fresh jar of wax. I kid you not. And I go to town prepping my skin while the wax melts in the microwave. And in a few minutes I have the best groomed eyebrows on the street.

I realize it is silly. But it was a great distraction to the frustration I was experiencing. And it hurt less because I was so annoyed.

Plus, one can’t help but smile when they see our green tiled bathroom–right?

Since then, I’ve e-mailed my request to the customer service e-mail the guy on the phone suggested. We’ll see.

In other news, Scotch got shut in the linen closet. Eric was rummaging in there for his biking gear and Scotch wondered in. It is cute, because he rubs on the door. Usually this is done after he’s shut himself in somewhere. When we finally let him out, he just sat there. He wouldn’t get out. I’m wondering if our cats have mental issues.

Peace,

Katy