She's a jar. With a heavy lid. My pop quiz kid. A sleepy kisser. A pretty war. With feelings hid. -Wilco.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Buckle Up for Safety
I've seriously got to buckle down and figure out the days before me. I need a job. A real one. Not just some side adventure in retail. I need one which involves dental and a health plan, something I love would be great. But really, I just want to go something worth while that also utilizes all of my attributes to the best of their ability. I'm having a difficult time feeling optimistic, but that's that. There's no choice in the matter. I need to find a career.
Labels:
Employment,
Graduation,
Happiness,
Job,
Journalism,
Life,
Unemployment
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