This new cat is sweat, but crazy. And Rain is still a complete bitch. She cut me today when I moved her to the kitchen so she could drink some water. I found her on the window, drinking water out of the dafodil there. So I moved ehr to the kitchen, and received a number of scars for my trouble.
Whatever, so not owrrying or helping that cat out any more.
Slowly, I am aclimating myself to the fact that I am never going to find a job, so I am giving up looking. I will spend the extra time writing and pitching.
My dad says I should call the people I interview with and ask what I could do to look better for future interviews. Sorry, but that's not happening. Esspecially when all the jobs I'm missing out on are either being eliminated, or the HR people are just lying to me. Either way, it's not really a viable option.
Not that I don't appreciate the advice, but he did vote for Bush.