I need a coach. I am good at a lot of things but selling myself is not one of them. I have spent the whole weekend wrestling with writing a resume or two and I can't pull it off. this morning I woke up all inspired and wrote some up, but on reflection they are still to vague and amaturish.
Sox has generously volunteered to review my latest attempts, but I want someone to sit me down and say "write this, not that".
Now I'm all depressed again. I'm afraid I'm going to wind up temping as a receptionist again.
I blew my chance at a career change when I left my last job for this one. My skills have deteriorated and my knowledge is out of date.
I'm gonna say No and No, tommyrot.
Cold Case made me cry.
As usual.
And I totally called what the final song would be for this one.
Huzzbah?
I should get to bed, so that I can get up tomorrow morning and get to the office on time to get some work done. I don't feel like doing any of that.
Pumpkin Bread is out of the oven. Pumpkin soup is sort of meh, but I hope the baby will eat it. Smoked turkey is made of awesome. Smoked pork is not as fantab as one would hope.
House is toasty. Baby is asleep, after a long day including a trip to the zoo where he fell asleep in the backpack. Poor little guy.
Aww. Sleepy Noah is adorable.
Huzzbah?
Chutzpah.
So, the Cook's Illustrated cookies? Wow. I expect to have a lot of friends at work tomorrow.
Huzzbah?
I took it to mean "chutzpah."
::is slain ded by sleepy Noah::
