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rumors of my death are only slightly exaggerated
So it was pointed out to me that I haven't updated or posted or anything in a while.
So here's an updatey type thing.
No, I still don't have a job. Thanks to certain "schools" who care more about the quantity than the quality of their graduates, virtually every medical employer in the known universe is under the impression that all new MAs are retards who can't tell the difference between a stethoscope and a rhinocerous' asshole. Makes it hard to even get an interview, much less a job offer. I'm still applying away though. I don't have much choice. I have to apply for at least 3 jobs a week to keep getting my unemployment.
I'm still living alone and enjoying it. I don't have to clean up after anyone but me and HIS ROYAL MAJESTY the cat. I can eat what I want, my leftovers don't magically disappear, and nobody hounds me about my drinking. Oh, and I can have "visitors" * winkwinknudgenudge* whenever I want. Which isn't as often as I really want, but whatever.
And in the meantime I'm going apeshit not working, not knowing when, or even if, I'm going to be able to support myself again or pay my student loans or even live above the fucking poverty line.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world...
So here's an updatey type thing.
No, I still don't have a job. Thanks to certain "schools" who care more about the quantity than the quality of their graduates, virtually every medical employer in the known universe is under the impression that all new MAs are retards who can't tell the difference between a stethoscope and a rhinocerous' asshole. Makes it hard to even get an interview, much less a job offer. I'm still applying away though. I don't have much choice. I have to apply for at least 3 jobs a week to keep getting my unemployment.
I'm still living alone and enjoying it. I don't have to clean up after anyone but me and HIS ROYAL MAJESTY the cat. I can eat what I want, my leftovers don't magically disappear, and nobody hounds me about my drinking. Oh, and I can have "visitors" * winkwinknudgenudge* whenever I want. Which isn't as often as I really want, but whatever.
And in the meantime I'm going apeshit not working, not knowing when, or even if, I'm going to be able to support myself again or pay my student loans or even live above the fucking poverty line.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world...