I've been a busy little bee sending out applications. Number of applications so far: 50. Number of interviews having resulted from them: 2. Latest one: 3 months ago. My strategy for the next interview is desperation. I'm thinking of hand-cuffing myself into the table and begging for a job. I figured the end result can't be any less successful than my current one of showing up in outfits fancier than those of the people interviewing me.
Really, my situation isn't any better than The Man's. Quite a lot worse, actually: I've got a lot less money coming in and even less going on in my life to distract me from the fact that I don't have anything going on in my life. And there's only so much champagne you can drink with your GBFFs as you try to D-I-S-C-O your misery away.
He on the other hand has a trip to Texas coming up. And then a trip to China. And/ or India. And then...then he just might find an opening in his schedule for his long-suffering girlfriend.
In the meanwhile it's getting darker and colder by the day. Time to finally admit that those yellow suede shoes were just about the silliest purchase ever in the current climate (economical and weatherwise) - I only ever got to wear them twice. So, it's time to invest in a pair of something for the winter. Nothing too sensible though- I'm thinking 4 inch-heels. To really lift my spirits. I've already found the perfect pair. And seeing how my monstrously large calves make boot-shopping an absolute nightmare, I just might have to snap them up as soon as I can. Find 200€ I can spare, that is...
The way I see it I have 3 choices. I can either go into
- exile (Congo is looking better by each passing day...)
- hibernation (just a one of many lessons we could learn from the bears)
- depression (seeing how I can't really afford either one of the 2 previous ones, this just might be the only viable solution)
So, shoe-shopping it is!
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