audrey verses the job market

I have been trying to get a job. 

You know, make my mark in this world, earn some daily income, help put chai teas on my table and concerts in my future, but it seems to me that the employment gods are clearly unhappy with me for a reason that I am unaware of.

People say that getting a job is hard, but getting rejected is harder.

I have applied to coffee shops, at libraries, for hair salon receptionists, and do you think any of them had the heart to call me and tell me that “I am sorry Miss Rotermund, but you are too good for our staff and we are sorry that you did not get the position.”

No.

None of them did.

None of them called.

I was left to soak in my misery of humiliation that I was so unwanted no one took the time to tell me so.

 

I even got rejected from an internship. AN INTERNSHIP.  How can a company who says “interns make the world go round” reject a wonderful person like me who is willing to work for free and is excellent at going for coffee runs? That is just real low company who will not be named. Real low.

On a lighter note, I applied to six jobs today. SIX. I am hoping that this is the lucky number, because obviously three was not the charm.  Everyone cross your fingers and Grandma, pray to the saints for me!

Okay.

I have a confession.

The main reason I desperately need a job is not because I am great need of money, I don’t have anything to spend money on, it is because I am lonely. I will admit it; I am tired of spending my days alone with the only company of my iTunes and studies.

 People, I need socialization.

It is very hard for me to wake up in the morning, get dressed beautifully, spend time on my hair and make up, spend time in a fifty-minute class, and go home without a word spoken to anyone. I have lack of energy to get make myself presentable if the only person to enjoy it is the creepy truck driver at the red light and the quick glance from the guy asking if he can use my pencil.

I am sure the grannies at 24 hour fitness love my bright eye make up, but I want more than those sag bags to notice and see it.

I do my homework, apply for jobs, and check my email every thirty minutes.

There is only so many times a girl can reorganize her room.

 I open the fridge multiple times, but get disappointed because there is nothing I want even though it is crowded with good foods. I am seeking company and no offense string beans just don’t do the trick.

My hard working family comes home from a day long of socialization, seeking quiet time, and all I want is to talk their ears off because I have been silent all day.  And I do talk. I talk a lot. And that frustrates all of them.

My loneliness is taking a toll on my family.

I need a social life.

So if you are out there future employers, please, take this plea for a job as a desperation to save the ears of my family and my sense of well being.

Please!

the ordinary mind is broken, you did it and you don't even know

Good morning. This post is being written from my kitchen table on an absolutely rainy beautiful day in Salt Lake City. Everything is so green. (Except for the section of dead grass over the fence and on the hill. It could rain all it wanted on that piece of dry straw, but there is no hope for grass to be its natural color of golfers green. Oh well.) I was celebrating this rain fall in the title of this post. I know it has nothing to do with rain, but it is indeed lyrics from the song "Rain" by Mika. Thus proving my point that it has something to do with anything.

I went to the gym this morning. It was a pretty typical morning for the ol'Body Wise work out center. 9:00 A.M. is "old people who should not be seen in spandex doing aerobics in neon spandex listening to the Black Eyed Peas while breathing heavily day because there spandex is too tight" time. I do not participate in this lovely event (although I did have my spandex on) but watching it while I sweated on the elliptical trainer gives me up most motivation and delight. (I did almost come to a puking point when the instructor bent over to stretch giving me a view of old, sweaty, saggy, old people bottoms.) I guess the moral of this paragraph is: the gym is a great place for me to get my morning sweat on AND for old people to get dates, work out and wear their spandex from the 80's.

This is a big week for me. Today I am going to finnish painting the kitchen. We (being my mother and sister and I) painted it a nice Tuscan Sun Yellow. (My mother calls is "Baby Poop," my sister calls it "Pooh Bear," my father calls it "Squash" and my Grandmother calls it "Different.") I will also clean my room and the hallway. It's a big day. On wednesday I will go to the dentist so they can knock my front tooth out and glue a fake one in its place. On thursday, I have nose surgery. See I cannot breathe through my nose, at all. I can smell (that seems to be the question everyone wonders when I say I cannot breathe, so i saved you the time from asking.) My nose is too small (ecspecially my nostrals,) I am allergic to everything that grows, and these little things that line my nose (they start with a "T" but I am too lazy to find out the precise name) are all swollen clogging my breathing passages. So this doctor is going to get his tools out and drill me some bigger holes up my nose and play around in there until I can breath correctly. Doesnt that sound delightful? Its like we are paying some guy to pick my nose for me for 45 minutes while I am unconscious until my nose is clear and air flowable.  

Now it has come to that time of the post where I do this Song Challenge thing. It used to be fun, but now it has become something kind of tedious and predictable. Take lasts posts for instance "A song you can play" and "a song you wish you could play" and then there is the "a song you like" "a song you don't like"  and "a song you want at your wedding" "a song you want at your funeral." We are just going down the list opposites. Do you really think someone is going to go back on to this site to find out what song I wanted to be played at my funeral? I think not. Its been real, but it has become real boring. But I will finnish the challenge.

Day 28: A song that makes you feel Guilty (not to be confused with "a song that is your guilty pleasure")

"Tempted By the Fruit of Another" by Squeeze

Now I personally love this song and it doesn't make me feel guilty at all, but I am sure it makes someone else feel guilty and it makes me feel bad for those who do feel guilty. (I guess? haha.) 

Happy Music Monday! I leave you with this fun song called "Whirrling" By: The Joy Formidable