Friday, May 29, 2009

stupid black pants.

They're driving me crazy. Every time I put them on, I know that within the hour, I will be walking into a world of pure, unadulterated dysfunction and drama. Unfortunately, the dysfunction is not just on the customers' behalf. Oh, no, we contribute plenty of that on our very own. How grown up of us.

I am not coming up on month 10 of serious, "real-world" job searching with horrifyingly little luck and nothing but 1 measly interview. I have obsessively updated my Monster and LinkedIn profiles to no end and can't imagine what it takes to get a view in this place. How hard is it to find a job sitting at a desk, answering phones, and picking up bitch work that other people don't feel like doing? ..Pretty hard, apparently. But still, I push on.

For those who don't know, I am completing my Graphic Design Certificate at the end of July. It seems far away, but it's only two more modules. Technically, one split into two parts: Portfolio I and Portfolio II. I am pretty excited. Even more so, I'm absolutely thrilled at the idea of rejoining the academic world to work on my degree. I'm leaning heavily towards psychology, but I've been thinking a lot about the medical side of the health world. I'm fascinated by it. Unfortunately, my weak stomach keeps me from a large portion of options in that department, but I can't keep from thinking there might be a place for me. Nonetheless, I'll be studying some form of health science.
On top of that, I'll get to take college courses (for credit!) in graphic design and really work on expanding my skills. That's really exciting for me.

But, it is Friday night.. and it's poker night (ma ma ma ma).
More to come. I really miss writing.