I was asked in an interview what kind of bird would I describe myself as...

Really? Really? What kind of bird? The kind of bird that busts their ass, has multiple college degrees, will work for less than they are worth, thinks this question is rediculous and is pretty much desperate at this point so will just take it. That's what kind of mother flippin bird.

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In other news, I've decided waiting is the least fun game on the planet. Wait for someone to read your application that is obviously badass, wait for a call, wait for an interview, wait for another call/ email letting you know that you are way awesome and spectacular at everything they need but that you are way over qualified and so they are going to go with someone that better "suits their needs" and that they will keep your cv on file, blah, blah blah, bullshit bullshit bullshit, in case something else comes up at a later point in time that they would actually dig through old files for in order to find your specific information to re-contact you with, instead of doing the usual posting on sites like SimplyHired that would take about 5 sec to do. Right.

Yep, loooooove waiting. Makes me feel uber productive like I'm not wasting my life at all. It's actually quite sad how unmotivated you can become when waiting for this type of thing. Again I return to points of an earlier post where I revealed the common tendency of waking up every hour or so in the mornings but each time questioning the worth of actually getting out of bed for the day. Online submissions of resumés and cover letters can be submitted at any time of day or night and so there's no rush to actually force enthusiasm before noon. No one is actually going to call and it's not the most pleasurable activity to empty your inbox of rejection notices. You can't actually afford to go somewhere charming for morning coffee. Everyone else is at work so there's no one until 5pm around to distract you from feeling like a total loser. And even at that point you still feel like a loser because all they want to talk about is how tired work is making them feel, and all you want to say is how tired not-working is making you feel. You can't actually say that out loud to them because then you just sound like a jerk.

The kicker is that it isn't like I don't have tons of projects that I'd like to get done. My excuse forever was that I never had time to get into them and now that I theoretically have all the time in the world, my passion has turned into apathy, my vigor has fallen idle, and all of my projects suddenly feel exhausting, overwhelming and irrelevant compared to the critical task of finding a source of income.

What a waste of life. No wonder sloth is a sin. According to Wikipedia, by the 17th century the deadly sin was partially defined as the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts.

Well, if that's not my exact state at the moment, I'm not sure what is.

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