The post about nothing.

I don't really have anything worthwhile to say tonight, but I didn't feel like I could let the day pass without checking in. So, hello. This is me checking in. Did everyone have a lovely Wednesday? Any good gossip? Do I need to beat anyone up? Tell mama what ails you. Ok, really. I've spent the last couple hours biting my nails and polishing my resume. I had to, like, dust it off. Gave it some kisses, reminded it it was special. It's been a while since I've seen the thing, nonetheless used it for something other than reminiscing the good life. It's sort of painful to look at. All those jobs. The promise! Le sigh. I don't know whether to be hopeful for the future or ashamed of the present. Perhaps a healthy mix of both, with a shot of vodka.

Unfortunately with resume updating comes cover letters. I'm sorry, I may be able to write some fierce emails and the occasional quirky blog post, but cover letters are HARD. I have heart palpitations just thinking about writing this cover letter. It feels similar to begging someone for your life. Like, if you don't say the right thing, somebody pulls the trigger. Perhaps not as morbid, but totally the same. It's selling yourself. Selling yourself in a world of bright, shiny, new, better people. I have to prove that I'm brighter and shinier and newer and better. First I have to convince myself that I'm brighter and shinier and newer and better.

And before I can do that, I have to wipe six months of cobwebs off myself. Because under those, I'm damn good. My resume will totally beat up your resume. Nevermind my cover letter. It's still cowering in the corner. Like a total girl. Wimp.