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On the Hunt
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I've put off getting into a real job hunt for long enough. Possibly to the point where I'm getting more detriment than necessary but I guess better late than never. I just can't stay where I am, and that's that. Maybe I'll get into why that is, but don't expect to see it written out here.


But first and foremost I'm being reminded in a big bad way how much I hate the whole process. I dislike this more than I dislike apartment hunting, and I HATE apartment hunting.

Right now I'm trying to get my resume down from hard to soft copy. That alone is giving me fits because I hate formatting and all the headaches Word gives me trying to figure out when I want a bullet point and when I want a line and when I don't.

It should be easier than this, but it isn't.


Next is making this make sense, then comes making it appealing.

Nevermind actually finding some kind of gig I'm suited for. As far as I can tell I'm either not suited, can't consider it due to my contract (which I need to bloody find) or I already work there.

I suppose there's always jumping fields but I have no idea how to do that and wouldn't really care to try unless I knew what I was jumping into, with as many specifics as possible.


blah. working for a living sucks.


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