jobs and weekend trips ensue.

I should have done laundry before stuffing what may or may not be clean clothes into a backpack and declaring myself "packed" for the weekend trip I'm taking with some friends. However, I am a disorganized, stressed out, insane person; I don't think ahead and do laundry regularly. In fact, when I recently ran out of underwear, I did a load of just underwear and towels. Why didn't I, I don't know, throw in a few shirts and a pair of jeans? Because, I am insane and disorganized and I don't think clearly during the day, when everyone else does.

I just finished an extremely inane assignment for an editing class. My dreams of becoming an editor are waning slightly. Each time I go to class, I feel bored to tears. Like I actually might cry, it's so boring. But I'll graduate in a million years and get some sort of job, and then maybe I'll feel better about my life choices.

Speaking of jobs-slash-life-choices, I applied for three very select jobs today. The first is at a Christian bookstore. I'm still considering how I feel about working there. One of the questions of the application form was "list three books (besides the Bible!) that you've read in the last year and how they impacted your life." I feel that everyone else who worked there named devotionals or one of those end-times-bestsellers. I was stumped. I didn't know how to tell Trish at the Christian bookstore that the books that impacted me in the last year were The Bell Jar (a book about a girl who slowly goes crazy and attempts suicide) and The Robber Bride (a book about a group of women who have been wronged by an evil seductress who slept with their husbands/boyfriends and stole their money, and eventually winds up falling out a window, high on crack). So I said the Poisonwood Bible, because it shows a secular view of missions, and Practising the Presence of People, which is a book I only read one chapter of in the summer, but it meant to be a sort of devotional. I ended up putting The Bell Jar, and I hope they either don't know what it is, or are familiar with good writing.

The second place I applied at is a scrapbooking store. I think it might involve a lot of standing on my feet behind a counter, but at least I'll be in the presence of pretty paper. They didn't necessarily say they were hiring, but they took my resume and told me that things often come up.

The third place is the one I hope I get. It's at a flower shop, and the duties include maintenance of pretty flowers, helping customers, arranging displays, and doing some occasional paperwork/answering the phones. The job sounded absolutely glorious. The sign on the window said "Looking for Mature Help," and the lady looked at me kind of skeptically when she saw that I wasn't fifty, but I was very friendly and professional. I'm going to call them on Tuesday to ask if the manager had had a look at my resume. And then I'll call them every day until they at least agree to interview me.

I'm still working the retardedly boring administrative assistant job. The other day my boss told me he had a new project for me, and that it would be really challenging and interesting. I thought he was serious. He wasn't. It's going through every single business entered into the database and assigning them a category. Thanks so much. I feel so useful.

Dear Work --Give me my life-force back, please! Stop draining it out of me! I have a perfectly functional brain! I am not a primate; I'm a writer; hire a chimp and give him a typewriter if you're just looking for another body with a heartbeat around the office -- those seem like the only qualifications necessary for this ridiculous job. Thanks for all the money. --
D.

Anyway, it's almost one o'clock in the morning and I still have much to do. I have to finish some more homework, and then re-vamp my crappy packing job. I don't even have any clean socks, so I'll have to remember to purchase some from the Giant Tiger at lunch.