Not My Blog
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Bummed even if not entirely surprised. Was on a short list for an online marketing writer position. Today was the day to find out if I'd be called for an interview. Nothing. Oh, well.
At least my demons didn't keep me from sending in two sets of writing samples and drafting a creative brief. That is something. The last couple of jobs I've been keen on, I've chickened before sending in anything. So at this point, in a low mood, I'll take what victories I can.
Still have the warehouse job. Now with a huge contract about to land in October. So I'll be busy, at least. Busier than the 1.5 to 2.0 hours I actually work in an 8-hour day at present. The pay's still low, of course. BUT: it's a job. It's a job. It's a job.
Off to try and get over myself now, which is why I wrote this blog post. FUCK.
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