tales from the dark side

A story for your Friday morning:

When I was young we moved around a lot because we were living with one of my older sibs who mistakenly thought she could find happiness and save her marriage by buying a bigger house. (Don't ask me how this works. This is the same one that thought she could save her marriage by having another child, a monumentally stupid idea if you ask me, and it didn't work. I want to know how come she didn't see this and she was so much older than I was, because I knew it then, and I couldn't even drink legally. But I digress.)

So we were showing the house a lot to prospective buyers.

Now we had this enormous GUND™ white cat that looked reasonably realistic; it was white with blue eyes and about the size of an actual largish cat. My mother (because she's like that) would put it out on the end of her bed while we were showing the house.

And you have NO IDEA how many people would walk in and PET THE CAT, and then jump through the roof because they figured it was real and it wasn't ...

My whole family's like that. :-)

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Wish me luck. I'm applying for a smallish on-campus job at our campus newspaper ... I never figured myself as the news-writer type, but words are words and money is money, and for a change this job fits my hours, location, and skill set. (ZOMG)

query

Okay, so I went into the office to apply for the newspaper job, and made the mistake of going in on a Friday (which was apparently a bad idea, considering that there was one person there; I'll go back Monday.)

Leading me to a question.

A million years ago (well, ten years ago) I actually worked at a paper, writing features and doing ad layouts. (With glue and clip art. It was a very small paper, in a very small town.)

But the point is twofold: (a) I have no references (because no one that worked there is still there) and (2) I still have all my clippings, I believe. (I worked there for nearly six months. They loved me.)

So what do I do? I have no work references at all - my last job was ... almost five years ago, and was a student job, which means that everyone concerned has undoubtedly graduated. Should I try and set up an appointment and polish up my resume and bring in a folder of clippings and pray? Because I know damn well I can do this, but I have no actual work references of any type.

God, I suck at this work thing. I hate that I allowed this to happen to myself. If Chris died tomorrow, I'd probably be living in a cardboard box. *dark mutters full of self-loathing, facepalm*

also

Whoever introduced me to Boards of Canada:

THANK YOU. <3

god, how depressing

News Flash: Being Fat is Worse Than Being Schizophrenic.

*facepalm*