Discouraging Day 1

I went to the city this morning to apply for jobs; the apartment guy never e-mailed me back, so that got cancelled, and the businesses I stopped in to fill out an application all told me to apply online. I didn’t bring my laptop, so I wasn’t making the best of my time just walking around Chicago being told to visit corporate websites. I got lost for nearly an hour trying to find Union Station, but that was mostly my own fault because I was feeling cranky and almost looking for things to go wrong at that point. The weather was supposed to be horrific, but it was only freakishly windy. I know what you are thinking, it’s Chicago, it’s supposed to be windy, but trust me, the news was saying it was windier than it had been in years. I heard our weird weather led to a crazy storm across Ohio.

When I got back to Glenview around 2 I went over to the coffee shop to job hunt. I spent a long time applying to a hotel web site and my browser crashed. So then I spent another hour applying for a slew of jobs at CVS Pharmacy, which was successful, but only so much because I have no retail experience.

I am feeling really bad about myself, unproductive, freaked out and wondering when the rest of the money from my old job is going to come in because at this rate, I’ll be applying for maybe three or four jobs a day with hour-long, intensive applications.

Poop.

Just poop.

Tomorrow’s got to be loads better because today has blown. Literally and figuartively.

On the plus side:

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Maria Taylor, “Clean Getaway”

I made my place by the door.
I didn’t know what I was waiting for.
Felt just like home.
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures on the wall.

I could see across to the park.
And there were friends, they were laughing hard.
They looked just like my own.
With no face, no name, no voice I’d know.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.

I met someone at the bar.
He had a great smile and a great heart.
He felt just like love.
Except no fear of losing, and it wasn’t tough.

I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
I finally made it.
I made a clean getaway.
And I miss you,
I miss you every single day.