Ugh. I am on a fence I am afraid to choose sides or jump off of this week. The fence is about regular employment for other people or trying to do my own thing. Clearly this blog with its super animated marketing and amazing insightful philosophies has brought me nothing aside from the fame of being the first place people get led to with again, let me just laugh about this shit again, with the search "I bite my dog."
So I am thinking of paying that Harvard resume writer that got Don his resume redo so up to the task he got offers for 4 times what he was making before. Clearly I have no real specialty in my line of employment besides being VERY nice on the phone & learning a new trade or business or software or whatever and servicing that. The work from home thing I am an expert on having done it from 2006-2017 mostly. I am often perplexed at these job requirements of associates or bachelors degrees since we all know I have neither of those but a giant student loan bill from Columbia which again, has done shit for my job qualifications ...
I really have been dreading writing lately. It always felt like it could be my last time writing anything so then you put insane pressure on yourself to write something important, or at least something worth being remembered by. Of course I am VERY eloquent in my head, very smart, very everything you would want to be known by and for--but ultimately I am a klutz of a person who has met too many people and probably been forgotten by even more. Woe is me, right? Not really, some people are better being forgotten and forgotten by.
I know I've mentioned the ENTIRE point we left Colorado is because I needed health insurance and Don had finished his contact in May, the same month I was told my valve was going south and needed a redo. I mean, yeah, this surgeon's been telling me a long time I needed the redo, but I am stubborn and I've done enough of that, and really, he had been telling me that long enough it seemed a little crazy every time to entertain the idea I might die again. So the most recent guy--the guy we moved towards, the rockstar surgeon I ...
So, I didn't get the thing. The job, the position. It was working for Chanel, and really, how fancy is this ass to work for a real designer? Not fancy enough, I'm afraid. Yeah, yeah, it wasn't really working FOR the designers at Chanel, but simply a brand ambassador. You know, the person who is able to whip out the Chanel facts, and sell you their story along with some sunglasses and direct you on how to buy $7k purses. I was ready, I studied a lot even though I wasn't sure I was going to get it. The longer I waited, the more sure I was that I might not.
I still think I would have been good at it. I give incredibly good phone. I always have, and hopefully always will. BUT, it apparently wasn't meant to be. I was supposed to know by Monday. Monday came and went, and that bill I had for the last echo, a total of $46 after insurance did their thing, but that bill I was sitting on because I just had this feeling. This feeling that once I did pay it, they would be calling me for the follow-up. ...
