So after 2 years of growing increasingly unhappy with my workplace, I finally grew the lady balls to hand in my resignation and leave with a bang of birds and moons. And so for the last few weeks I have been running around desperately trying to find a new job. Not so desperately to work at McDonalds though.
And today, through the rain, I ran around to relentlessly give out my resume to people who could care less.
It makes me wonder.. What was it like in the early stages of the world? To live without such reliance on money, reliance on people, reliance on weather? Well, those cave bitches would have been going out and killing their own food, making their own shelter and rejoicing in rain and shine. So what has changed from there to now? People evolved, substance and money was introduced. Certain people represented certain jobs. No more of that ‘doing what you need when you need’. Because now there is someone to do it for you.
SOMEONE HIRE ME ALREADY.
Anyway. Meanwhile back at the ranch of this silly old brain. I am getting restless on the fact that nearly a year has passed since I decided to be part of the suicidegirls community and try to become one. Drawing inspiration from Rancor, Arwen and Gogo, I aspire to go pink on my first set. Now as so much time has passed, I doubt myself and how much I will excel at this. I feel like an awkward rock in front of someone else’s camera, though by myself I feel like I could *cough cough* rule the world. Maybe I’m overthinking this. Just give it time hey? Practice as much as I can before I jump in.
On a side note….. Frasier is probably the best oldish tv series eva.
Thanks for reading my soppy thoughts.
