Job Hunt

I am graduating with a Bachelor of Science in Architecture on December 17th.  I have officially started the job hunt.

Writing a resume is HARD.  I am technically a salesperson (for wedding gowns), but it turns out, I'm not really comfortable at selling MYSELF.

It probably doesn't help that writing a resume makes me feel like an idiot..... Because my resume looked something like this when I started....

But something tells me that this won't help me get a job......







I think I should reconsider this whole job-hunt thing.  Maybe I should just blog every day, and starve.





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But then I wouldn't be able to buy any chocolate.....

OMG! I'm ALIVE!

Dear Readers,

I am a loser.  This is why I have been ignoring you for so many months!  Here are the many things that have allowed me to distract myself from how terribly neglectful I have been to you.

Clearly, all of my time has been spoken for.

It's not that I don't love you..... I just don't love you more than chocolate.

Seriously, you guys never stood a chance.

And also money.  Money is good too.

I've been earning money at a bridal salon, where I work as a bridal consultant....and I have LOTS of hilarious stories about it....that I can't really tell you.  Because I do more than just sell wedding gowns at work.  I design lots of things.  I also write out new paperwork.  And I maintain their facebook.....and design business cards and brochures.....and paint murals on the wall.....and oh yeah!

I have a confession to make, dear readers.











Please don't be mad.











I'm cheating on you.













That's right.  I have.....another blog.  One that is updated regularly.   It's not funny.  It doesn't cover anything and everything that happens to come to my mind.



And no.  It doesn't have drawings.

I created, maintain, and write the blog for the company where I work.  For those of you getting married soon, you can check it out if you want.

......but the rest of you will find it boring as hell.  Sorry.


I hope your world doesn't explode with that revelation.

Also, I think the sock monster has been messing with my things again.

Although, it might just be my roommate.





Sorry for the disjointed, rambling post.