After taking a tiny hiatus from job searching here in mother-effing-no-one-will-hire-me California to visit Georgia for a week, I am back on it today. And let me just tell you, I am so over it. No, really. It is draining the very life out of me. I mean, how long can one person actually fill out these damn applications and rewrite resumes and write cover letters to companies who, I am convinced do not even look at this shit!!! The thing I love the best is when you spend 3 hours completing the online application and you click submit only to see a page pop up that says “Internet Explorer cannot find this page” or something like that—and when you click “refresh” or the demon “back” button, all your information is lost. Holy flipping crap. After this happens, my eyeballs are burning from staring at the computer all day, my mascara is smeared from frustrated tears, my head is pounding, and now each one of my hairs are detaching themselves from my scalp to avoid me ripping them out.
But hey! Nobody likes a negative Nancy and I am sure most of you have blissfully perfect jobs, so let’s talk about something different. I had a great time in Georgia. I was so happy to see familiar things and trees and green grass, that I cried. And I felt like am a freaking moron. I am not kidding, the little plane landed in little bobo Valdosta, and there I sat, tearful. I quickly got over it though. And the trip helped me to stop salivating to move back there. I will always have a special place in my heart for “home”, but dear Jesus, nothing has changed which is I guess depressing and endearing all at once.
I saw some very good friends, my mama, and my Grandma and loved every minute of it.
We spent the weekend in Jacksonville, celebrating my bestie’s Bachelorette Weekend, which was super fun.
Loved it. You are hilarious! We enjoyed you too. Not enough time though! Till next time . . .
Patty Adams