Resume Dropping. . . Bomb Shelters and Alien Habitats

A few days ago, I went resume dropping. Oh the wonders of looking for a job. .

I’m already sick of job hunting. Sick of looking, re-editing my resume, writing new cover letters, having to put in this great effort without ever knowing if it’ll go anywhere. I’m sick of just thinking about it — which is probably why I didn’t want to even write this post.

I feel like I’m getting to the point that, out of desperation, just because I want to stop stressing about this, I’ll accept any job I can.

And it’s so sad. I just started.

Anyway, so on Tuesday, I got up, did my makeup, ate breakfast (I probably should’ve done this before the makeup..), got my  resumes and cover letters printed, stapled, and signed, and dressed in my pencil skirt and heels. I even borrowed a professional black folder and my mom’s classy little purse.