After much thought about what I would NOT want to do, and how I want to be Stacy London and Clinton Kelly when I grow up, I chose some places where I might really enjoy working. I pulled up my beautimous resume that a dear friend helped me create and printed several copies, and I went online and downloaded applications whereever possible. Then, I dug around in the closet and chose something casual yet smart, slapped on my face, and got in the car.
(side note: my big plan of looking for a job almost got derailed at doggie day care, when i dropped off my Mollie puppy and she got the saddest look on her face, huddled in on herself, tucked her tail between her legs, and wandered around sadly. it hurt mummie's heart so bad that the damn dog got two new toys when I picked her up, one of which had the nice happy price tag of $12 on it and will probably take her all of 3.5 nanoseconds to destroy when she gets her mind set on it. gawd i'm such a fucking sucker. also, do check out the link to the web page for the doggie day care i trust with my baby. who would have thunk that such shit existed, and that people would spend their hard earned money on doggie day care. doggie day care is full of the awesome so shut up already, i have no children so i know you gon' let me spoil mah damn dog. i am such a fucking sucker for that miss baby o' mine.)
So, I went and put in some job applications.
I have two interviews!
I could totally squee myself to death, I am so excited.
I wish I felt comfortable saying more, but I don't want to jinx it.
Let's just say that you all inspired me. I went out on a limb and applied for jobs in fashion retail, because y'all have all kind of gone with the theme of "do what you love" and I love shopping and clothes and shoes and stuff. Also, Sunshine told me to try and find a way to monetize what I love, and Sunshine? Is smart, yo. And hasn't given me bad advice yet. Besides, what's the worst that can happen? I get rejected? Like that hasn't happened to me dozens of millions of times in my life. It never feels good, but after so many years of it I kind of get to the point where it isn't the end of the world if it happens.
So, fling glitter and eat bacon and make your unicorns poop cupcakes because I could use the good juju, if for no other reason than to keep me calm-ish.