I woke up this morning and promptly wrote a better cover letter. It's been on my mind. I know all these things about me as a worker that I know recommend themselves and I have struggled to communicate them. This morning I guess the words seemed obvious to me. The final conclusion I came to after seeing my list of qualities I bring to a job was that I am like a cross between a dog and a succulent. High rewards and low demands. What boss wouldn't love that? I could almost include in my cover letter "thrives on neglect". Only a sadist would actually jump at that. Must have her!
Something else on my mind is classic books, maybe unintentionally, show a love between female friends that resembles romance without sex. Based on their lives the people they are truly able to bond with and have any potential of a soul-mate style relationship with are mothers, sisters, and girlfriends. There was so much isolation between men and woman and the ways in which they were able to interact appropriately and maintain propriety in the eyes of their society. So who is your true lover? A best friend because it was not seen as wrong. Totally intriguing!
There has only been one new job post on craigslist since yesterday, I'm gracefully taking it as an invitation to back the fuck off and spend some time being sane. Maybe reading an intense thriller-style novel (even if it was written in the 1850's) isn't the best accompanyment to my current situation? It wires me. But it's fabulous! I love Miss Halcombe, best freakin character ever created. She is a fire! Something else truly unique about this story that I can't say I've come across in any other book (which is utterly captivating) is the good characters do everything right based on the judgements they are able to make in each situation. The evil they are facing is so pernicious and persistent that as a reader you see them as mere prey struggling with all there faculties to survive in a situation in which they are surrounded by the predator. The only fault on their part that occurs that sets this game in motion is not allowing their intuition to dictate their actions when they had no rational evidence to support those feelings. It was a time of propriety and honor, which is precisely what the predator knew he could rely on to accomplish his end. It is gratifying to sympathize so fully with the heroes and yet to be so intrigued by the maneuvering of the villains. It is a game of moves, and the only characters restrained in their actions are those who are good, which makes them truly vulnerable and the villains know it. What I also like seeing is the transformation in Miss Halcombe as she begins to see the truth and her perfect and prompt responses.
I still need to buy more groceries. Something I always put off about a week. I always seem to need something. Which is the reason I put it off, and I inevitably overlook some item I need in the apartment too, every time. I sit there over my list racking my brain trying to think of everything and having that nagging feeling that there's something else, but dear god what? The other nuisance is I can't just biff out to one place and find everything. I generally have to visit three different places. I can't get my english muffins at this one, and if I want organic produce I have to go to that one, this other one has the drinks I like... And if I want face wash or tissues? Have to go to the pharmacy. It was so cold yesterday! I have everything I need so that I never have to be cold when I leave my building. But that involves correctly interpreting what I see on the weather forecast. It said 37 was the high, that usually means it doesn't feel so god awful. I think I need to closely study for things like wind factor or humidity level. I tend to focus on temp and tune out everything else. 37 yesterday was harsh! Brutal wind.
So John gave me bangs on New Years Eve and I love them. The one bad thing about bangs is bed head. Why is hair like putty overnight? I wake up and they are doing all kinds of funky things, and everyday it's something oh so different. After a nice shower they go back to fabulous, but it's something else being confronted with what they're doing each morning.
Time for breakfast, now that it's one in the afternoon.
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