Job Applications Suck
But I totally found my dream job. I hope they call me.

And not like that ESL book thing was my dream job -- that would've been totally sweet, and I cried when I didn't get it, but I have found something a little more up my alley.

There's a damn assistant lifestyles editor gig for some papers near Gilroy. The requirements are pretty much exactly what I can (and sort of have) done. The location isn't too far away. There is layout required which is so precisely what I want to do. You know how long I've been obsessed with layout. It's dorktastic fun.

And I've applied for others. I have an interview for this very part-time deal in San Jose, if I want it. My qualm is that it's eight fucking hours a week, way less income than I need, and I don't know if it's worth being tied down, even for so little time, to jump at the chance. But then, I don't know how picky I can be, either. Ugh. not very, I'm sure.

Manohman. I hope these people call me. I want a cool job.