This wretched cold is making me extremely melodramatic. I spent all of yesterday afternoon weeping while trying to draft my bio for an upcoming job interview that fills me with an almost unbearable sensation of dread (did I mention melodrama?) There is nothing like reviewing the disparate elements of my checkered past to make me feel totally hopeless about my career prospects. Nevertheless, I plod on, starting with the easy parts, and calling upon Fauxhawk for moral support.
Persephone received a Masters in Islamic History from...
"FAUXHAWK! I can't do this! I don't want this job! I hate it! I feel dread!"
After graduating with an AB in History and Literature from...
"Maybe I should just be unemployed! Maybe I can just stay home and watch the cats!"
Having spent five years as a ..., she clearly has no idea what she wants to do with her life, which is abundantly clear if you read this piece of crap bio.
"Why am I spitting blood to make this new job happen when I don't even want it?"
Listening patiently, Fauxhawk finally replies. "Because being unemployed in a down market is not fun. Because anxiety begins to infects every aspect of your life so that you can no longer enjoy the things you once loved. Just use the job as a means to an end. You'll figure it out what you want to do."
Well, that sounds fun.
I am trying to focus on small steps instead of grand gestures. Sometimes melodrama must take a backseat to cool-headed calculation. I've been searching my soul for some time and coming up with very little that is concrete and workable. Perhaps there are Peppermint Patties where my soul should be.
In other news, I just booked our Iceland tickets for Fauxhawk's Birthday Elf Tour in July. I think seeing furry ponies will make me feel better.
Photo from Delete the Adjectives.
