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Thursday, Resumes away, Cap'n! Okay, I've been a very good little girl today. I updated my resume with all the stuff I'd been doing at TBS here, then made two editions, one for technical writing jobs and one for web design jobs (a third with a combination of the skills will be sent to anyone who needs a one-woman multimedia department). Then I went through dice.com with a fine-tooth comb. Found twelve jobs in both fields in the area and sent off the appropriate resume. Then I put together a web design resume for monster.com and sent off two more (if you browse it and see a resume entitled "Web Designing Diva," that's me). I still need to check out hotjobs.com and some other groups that have been recommended to me, and friends have been rallying around with suggestions and names of headhunters. All in all, I feel pretty damned good about all of this. Not exactly confident, no (with Dub in the White House and the economy going up and down like a bronco at the moment, I don't see how anyone who's not on meds can fee confident), but good -- I'm getting my resume out there, and people are looking at it. Somewhere out there, someone needs my skills and wants to hire me. I just have to find them. In the meantime, I've been doing a bang-up job with the cleaning around here, and both books are pooting along quite nicely, thank you. In a way, getting laid off right now has been kinda cool -- the weather is beautiful, I have tons of things to do, and I'm not languishing from the body blow to my self-worth like the last time (mainly because this body blow was to my sense of fairness -- I knew I was doing good work. Feh). And, of course, the dresser is looking nicer and nicer -- I now have three coats of varnish on the drawers and two on the dresser itself. I want a total of four coats on everything before I do a last buff and carry it upstairs to be waxed. So I'm busy, and relatively happy. The only real downer about all of this, apart from the actual being out of work part, is that I really miss Lyndon. Not only is he a pleasure to have around, but he's also very cuddly and I could use some physical reassurance right now. Which, come to think of it, is probably why I keep having these dreams where someone holds or cuddles me at some point. Okay, yes, I'm a sad and pathetic person. I still need a cuddle.
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