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I'm having this day…

It's not bad and I'm not very upset, but dumb crap has happened today.
So, I've dived back into my job search. I emailed my resume to a couple of artsy places (dance companies, the symphony, etc.). Also, I had an interview today at CMU, the place that I really want to work. Why do I want to work there so bad? The most amazing health care package that I've ever seen, they pay everyone pretty well, they have an amazing daycare/preschool, and, best of all, FREE GRAD SCHOOL! I've been conversing with some of the people in HR over there for months but it's been a fruitless process so far. But anyway, my interview today was with a guy in the athletics department for a position called Sports Information Director. Yeah, I know what you're thinking….Kelly? Sports? But from what I had heard it was going to be a sort of media relations type deal. Not quite. The guy who interviewed me was very nice and it might actually go down as one of the best interviews that I've ever had. But no job. They wanted someone with a little more sports knowledge, plus the fact they had already interviewed two people who were currently working as sports information directors at other colleges. No way I could top that. Not to mention the fact that I was still extremely tired from my sleepless night and early morning. At a few points during our conversation I was literally braindead.
After that was over I walked over to the coffeehouse at the University Center to get a tasty beverage to warm me up. Now, I've heard of several lovely ladies on my friends list, namely * and , singing the praises of this stuff called bubble tea. It sounds kinda fun. So I got a cup, expecting it to be some nice hot tea with…I don't know…bubbles in it or something. Instead I got this weird slushy type stuff with an obscenely huge straw. It didn't taste bad, per se, but imagine my surprise when, during my acts of fellatio on this tube of yellow plastic, I sucked up a big chunk of tapioca…or whatever they put in there. I was not impressed. It just wasn't what I was looking for.
I met my mom at her office and we went home, springing her a little early. My mom thought that I was going to be upset but I was really okay with it. I mean, sports really isn't my niche and I'm sure that after a few months, glorious paychecks and health care aside, I would be hating it. Besides, what does a girl writer care about sports anyway? ;-p
When I got home, however, I was greeted by….NO PAYCHECK FROM THE PG! argh. I went to email the woman who had sent me the contract and realized that all of this might be my own ditzy fault. Apparently I was supposed to sign the contract, fax it over there, and THEN mail them the original. Whatever. Free-lance contracts close out the 15th of every month and then the checks are sent out the 25th. So, I have a bad feeling that I'm going to have to wait another month to get my check. Fuck.
Also, as you may or may not remember, I was proposing some PR work for this modern dance company. The AD wrote me this evening telling me that while the board of directors liked my writing they just didn't have any money for me at the moment. Sigh.lk
So, I have stuff to write for Pulp still but besides that I am thoroughly unemployed. My cousin was just over and told me that I might be able to snag her old job over at PNC, my favorite bank (barf). I don't know about their benefits package, but at the very least I would get free overdraught protection.
Alright, it's getting to be around bedtime and this entry has been boring enough. I'm so tired.

*Edit: I noticed this morning that I spelled Miss Joline's user name incorrectly. I've corrected it, but what I had before took the reader to a journal that I have no connections to. Sorry for any confusion. Dur.

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