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The Unemployment Spectrum: Facebook Feed Me
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An array of events to boost my resume. Thursday, May 20, 2010. As per my job description, I spend an inordinate amount of time on Facebook, absorbing the latest trends in social media. I'm also taking a close look at the personal lives of many people I'm surprised I'm even friends with. Said perusing has led me to a startling revelation: I have no life. For example, as I'm watching Buffy in my pjs, Dim Sum stuffed in my mouth, I notice on Erik's laptop that my feed is being bombarded by pictures of frien...
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The Unemployment Spectrum: Paperthin Hymns
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An array of events to boost my resume. Sunday, May 23, 2010. If there's one thing I learned from no-longer-underground band Anberlin, it's that "youth fades and glory days deceive". The sad but relevant truth of my current status as a non-entity has caused me to launch headlong into a solo-listening party of Anberlin's 2005 album "Never Take Friendship Personal". I can't even afford to go to the doctor. Beth@The Stories of A2Z. Thanks for stopping by my blog and taking the time to leave a comment! Not-so...
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The Unemployment Spectrum: Vanity is Fair
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An array of events to boost my resume. Monday, March 8, 2010. There are few things I regard above others.personal hygiene, chocolate hazelnut pudding, kittens.but it is just this that poses the problem. I should learn to regard myself as myself with no regards to things.my clothes are just as good because no one knows where they're really from. And can someone explain those big fake framed glasses? I don't seem to understand the point unless you're truly blind. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 03/07 -...
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The Unemployment Spectrum: Sick Days
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An array of events to boost my resume. Friday, March 26, 2010. Sick days are very dangerous days. Example being today, this very morning. My head is pounding harder than bread dough on a counter. My nose feels like it's stuffed up to my temporal lobe and my body feels as if a UFC fighter took me down in the ring. Hard. No Mercy. Game Set. Dayquil. Know what's good for me. Y'know, watching Netflix, cuddling with my cat and not moving for seven straight hours. Not always a good thing, lemme tell ya. 01/03 ...
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The Unemployment Spectrum: The Final Touch
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An array of events to boost my resume. Tuesday, March 23, 2010. There's nothing us semi-unemployed peons adore more than recognition. We crave it like the latest gadgets. Each mention of our name in newsletters, Team tabs on websites or on business cards is thrilling, an exhilaration short of mind boggling. When I took hold of my box of business cards it was akin to holding my first born (a feeling I'll have to imagine for the time being). It happened. And I almost cried I was so grateful. Google Me, Baby.
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The Unemployment Spectrum: The Steel Walls of Life
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An array of events to boost my resume. Tuesday, April 6, 2010. The Steel Walls of Life. Since I'm now partially involved in the World of the Employed, I find that my days are longly spent in one position: seated. My butt aches, my back screams from the tension and my small cube closes in on me like the walls in an Indiana Jones movie. I booby-trap myself into thinking that I'm fine, but in reality the sitting starts to drain my mental capacity. Quite lovely, I must say. April 7, 2010 at 2:12 AM. Not-so-r...
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The Unemployment Spectrum: Wanna Be a Billionaire
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An array of events to boost my resume. Monday, May 10, 2010. Wanna Be a Billionaire. When I was 10, I wanted to be a famous singer. Not like Britney, mind you, as her shimmying hips and huge ass had not entered my childhood mainframe. When I equate famous and singer, they usually come up with Tina Turner or Whitney Houston.I do not dabble in slutty teenage girl mentality. Of course, when I say famous I mean rich, because what kid doesn't want to roll around in a pool of Benjamins? Subscribe to: Post Comm...