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I'm nearing the end of the
Self-search portion of my job hunt.

So far I've been lazy as shit about it.

Is 'lazy' the word? Let's make a long wah-wah-wah short: I've been off birth control for about 8 months; since January 1, I've been lethargic as shit. Added, looking for a job/interviews kind of give me the willies.

I prolly mentioned that I enjoy talking to the people who run the worksearch program; my first councellor is actually leaving -- today -- for a new job. The second councellor, the main workshop dude, has left early for the past two days. I'm supposed to go in 3 days, minimum, a week; I do -- the last 3 weekdays.

I find it kind of funny, in a way. I'd rather show up to gab with the workers, than actually deliver these cover letters that were such a pain to write. "You write these so well.." has been the general feedback. I was actually surprised that the random one I showed the dude today -- he never made a single correction.

I hate writing these things, mostly because there's a lack of freedom in content; I dig the stiff, formal tone. Don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of writing mincing paragraphs with words like, "hopeful", "asset", and "product".

All of the family-run businesses in my list get a little blurb about my family; "Oh, yeah, I'd like to be the 3rd generation involved in the lumber industry..."

(I am so planning to imagine "Intermission" in my head, when I do an interview. I love this damn little piece of album-filler: elevator music, and a guy lustfully sighing. Jesus, that's awesome.)

I'm back on POF. This time, I'm not playing along with the, "I'm a kind, sweet knob who loves the sunshine, and being a cuddly fuck"/polar opposite listing bullshit.

I like how mine sums me up without actually mentioning anything. My interests are sort of a joke: "Porn, pron, pronouns..." No one said I couldn't leave an imprint of my sense of humor.

I ditched my last account, because POF got hacked/someone said they could hack the site; the dude who runs it regenerated passwords -- like that would do any good -- and I promptly lost that email. Of course, people still know it's me. There's the same usual locals.

The difference this time, really, is my expectation of finding "someone to talk to about Jodie Foster who has less balls than I do". [Meaning: I want some lesbian chums. I'm sick of being the only one in my social pool.] This essentially means that I'm responding/PMing anyone that seems interesting, instead of shying due to distance.

So; yeah. No real news. My 2 months as a regular-bleeding woman has left me turning in to an aching asshole all week. I've ended up finding out that my pills are covered. WTF. Yes. So, from here on, my first wish is that Sunday would come sooner, so I can get back in the flow. (Pun?!)

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