My boss' wife is coming in to train today. Luckily, she is very nice. I feel like she's my boss, because I actually worry more about what she thinks of me than I do her husband. He has never liked me.
Spent the weekend getting rid of invisible dirt in preparation for Thanksgiving. We are having an orphan's bash. Instead of de-cluttering, I cleaned out the fridge and the microwave, as well as pulling the stove out and cleaning back there. Because, you know, who cares about ten-foot high piles of books and magazines on the dining room chairs as long as the area behind the stove has been properly disinfected?
I keep meaning to post about my trip to the career counselor last week, and how much money it cost me, and how much it didn't do any good. What I learned is that I would probably be happiest working for myself, but that's probably not feasible right now because of my gigantic mortgage. So, I should work for the federal government, which I can't figure out how to do (one of the reasons I went there in the first place). He said to go to a website I already know about. Very helpful. Also, he said that my resume is perfect and my cover letter is great. I guess I should have gone to a dominatrix if I wanted criticism.
I basically paid $150 for a pat on the back. I'm so smart! So well spoken! A good writer! I should come back next week and talk about this some more! I think it was a classic case of a bad personality match; we spent too much time being likable and not enough doing hard work. I'm such a sucker for affirmation. It's like a drug. I did stop myself from casually mentioning my PSAT scores--and I'm telling you this, internet, in the spirit of admitting something terrible about myself, so don't hate me. My PSAT scores are the last thing I did that I'm proud of, and I was 16 then. How can you hate someone that pathetic (and at that, only the verbal skills were any good; I've always been horrible at math.) But I did NOT mention them to the career counselor, and I will not mention them in any job interview that I am lucky enough to get. Or to you if we meet in person. For a while.
At least I'm in touch with what my flaws are. Shouldn't that count for something?
In sum, still need a job, soonest.