Applying for Jobs (I.e., blogging about it instead)

I love me a good interview. Is that weird? I really love applying a primer under my makeup, ironing outfits, printing things out, and wearing pretty shoes.

Conversely, applying for jobs is a mildly frustratingly nerve-wracking event. Every time. Somehow, I forget all my good graces when I'm filling out applications and imagine myself as this slow-typing (60 wpm. I don't even know if that' good or not), credentials-needing, luster-lacking child.

Here's the thing, I've never done drugs, I have a degree from a competitive university, and I have great communication skills. I love people and I am passionate about my assignments. However, I don't imagine those qualifications cutting it compared to the things I lack. These include a marketable degree, Jeff's cumulative GPA (summa cum laude, what, what?), or a passion for accounting or data-entry or even stuffing envelopes (trust me, I've been there).

You know, for the first time in my life (sad), I am donning my big-girl pants and applying for full-time jobs. I can do it! Really, I know I can. It's just a little disheartening to not be a mechanic or nurse or IT person right now. The pickings [online] are a little slim for a girl like me. On the bright side, if I find a job at Jeff's school I might just cut his tuition in half, so...

I know that I'll miss 100 percent of the shots I don't take (butchered sports analogy courtesy of Claire Falco). I guess it's time to wrap up this little distraction and get back to applying then. Feed the family, feed the family..

Anyone else in my shoes? Let me know what's working/has worked for you in the comments below.

Keep on keeping on. I'll pray for you if you pray for me. Half kidding-- no, not kidding. You know what? Let's do that! :)