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[05 Aug 2009|09:37am] |
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you know, it's the every day, all day bullshit I can't stand.
what i need to be doing is refreshing the job section on craigslist until something perfect, like: Fun and easy work in a safe environment.
Part time job 8-12 hours a week $15.00 dollars an hour to start.
Must be very outgoing and not afraid to approach people to sell them a high end pet food.
Must be able to lift-carry 40lbs.
Must have very reliable transportation and computer/internet access.
All shifts are held from Friday to Sunday. Friday shift must be run after 1:00pm.
Weekend Shifts allow for flexible scheduling.
and I need to jump on it like a fucking hawk jumps on a snake choking on a field mouse. because for every one job, there are six peoeple vying for it - according to a recently acquired, not-at-all-reliable statistic (though what statistic ever is?). this means that is i let a post sit for three days, as did the dog food-hawking position, it will probably be gone.
but that doesn't stop me from waisting my time writing emails.
ugh. my stomach hurts, and i feel hungover, though I did not do anythignto be hung over about yesterday.
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2 songs - play a song for me
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[05 Aug 2009|11:01pm] |
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and i have a book. it is not done yet. I am back up to two scenes that I need to write, but the 99% of the story is printed, waiting to be assembled, proofed, edited, amended.
jesus christ. it is huge.
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2 songs - play a song for me
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