oh no, a banana won't do.

new month. new words to rhyme.

so today i have chosen to be productive and happy. and its working. i think even my cat believes me.
i know i do. its pretty awesome.
so i was suppose to potentially get a job working with my aunt, but there is a "conflict of interest" according to her boss, that family cannot work with family.

whoa whoa. apparently the old fashioned small business ideals have gone out the window. when did blood relations become a conflict of interest?
but take note, dear reader, i am not upset or angry, mainly just...amazed at this.

so, i am back at square one. actually, i dont think i ever left square one, but for the benefit of the doubt and honestly, for the benefit of my sanity, we will say i got to square 1.246. they don't even have to give me a whole half of a square [i know, it doesnt make sense...no need to comment], but i did move off of square one. ish.

so yes, here i reside. square one [i lost the .246, obviously]...and i think i am realizing [maybe?] that this is more about my own perception that the actual reality of finding a job.
okay that sounds like a crock of shit.

but that is how i am going to look at it from today. now. at 4ish pm-ish on wednesday. i am still avoiding you restaurant and retail world. but i am changing my perception of you administrative/clerical/office world. i know that one of you will hire me. okay i dont really know that, but again, for the benefit of my sanity [because that's all that matters right now...honestly], we are going to say that one of you will hire me.
and i know that i can do better work that most of the 30 to 40 somethings that you might hire. i can type faster. and some would say im prettier. [only some] and although i cannot bullshit about myself on paper or a resume, [because i do have several ounces of self-esteem and well, pride, actually] i can surely be nice to someone that isn't being nice to me.
and truly...isn't that what this is all about?

loving and being nice?
bah. hum bug.

cheerio!