In case we don't make our next brithday

There's a fine line between caring and not caring when it comes to job hunting.

Sometimes you'll apply for anything. Project Manager for Asian Women's Club. Hmmm, better check the thesaurus that "club" doesn't also mean parlor or spa. Fundraiser needed in Kabul, Afghanistan. Yeah that sounds way easy, why not. I mean probably the hardest part of the job is staying alive, right? "Salary: depends on your performence." Well at least my performance will include spell check, so I should be good there.

Other times you are picky as all heck because in your mind it doesn't matter anyway. You're not getting any of these jobs that you apply for, so might as well only apply to the ones with high salaries that require 10-45 years of prior experience. I have about 10-45 years of experience sucking up, dealing with bs-ers, keeping my cool, and working my butt off without getting any recognition for it. Does that count?

An architecture friend of mine in my same desperate shoes, looking for architecture work up and down New York City, finally sucked it up and applied recently to The Container Store, in a last minute effort to try to afford something besides peanut butter and Ramen noodles for Thanksgiving. A few days later he got an e-mail saying he was great and all but NO JOB FOR YOU, LOSER! Muhahahhahahahah. When he called with the news, we weren't sure whether to cry or laugh. On the one hand, who really wants to work at The Container Store. On the other, REALLY?!?! I can design your house but you don't think I can sell plastic drawers?!

As for me, I got so desperate this week that I went to donate plasma. 6 hrs in a waiting room, a collapsed vein on one arm, my other arm sucked dry and $20 later, I felt like a cheap whore and just wanted to crawl back in bed and forget the whole experience. My mom said if I really needed $20 she would have just given it to me, but it was the principle of earning the money myself. Plus if it's your first donation, you get $40 the second time if you go in within 7 days, so I figured I'd go back today and at least make my $60 for 7.5hrs worth of time and two empty veins this week.

The way things are going, things will be getting much more desperate in the near future. Need a kidney anyone?

In case we don't make our next birthday, here's a happy birthday song to all of us desperately job hunting!

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