Hilariously, after trying to set up one (1) date with one (1) annoying guy, my mother is giving up on internet dating!
Meant to say earlier, that is both hilarious and awesome!
CoverLetter~ma, Zen!
I still need to get my flu shot. And a snail. These are unrelated items on my to-do list, but maybe I will get them both done tomorrow?
Yes, everyone please go get a flu shot if you can. The flu is bad this year.
Everyone, however, might *not* need to get a snail. Prognoses are a little unclear on that.
Snail denier. Anti-snailer.
Let me send you some of my literature.
Flu shot, right! I need to do that. Putting in alert to call dr tomorrow.
ION - I finished Shitts Creek last night and I MISS IT ALREADY!!!
Snails for some, miniature flags for others!
I see my doctor next week; I'll try to remember to get a flu shot then. She'll probably remind me.
Jesse, I was told that cover letters need to
tell a story
of something you've accomplished and how it relates to the hiring company. This seems unnecessary.
I was also told to track down the name of the hiring person and address the cover letter specifically to her. This seems stalker-y, especially since it really seems like they've deliberately removed her name from the website and the email. I don't think I'll follow this piece of advice.
Chris had a physical today. It was a non-event, because if he didn't have Crohn's Disease, he'd be very healthy.
He'd already gotten his flu shot while we were at the gastroenterologist's appointment last month, but we stopped by CVS and I got mine. I'd successfully nagged the rest of the family into it, and hadn't taken the time to get my own yet.
Hey Sophia, I will also suggest pacing yourself to some degree, because this is likely to be a long-term project. I know you've seen this, but: >[link]
The following (from Jesse's link above) is me, and not just where emails etc. are concerned. There's some perfectionist tendencies at the root of it.
The guilt I feel causes me to avoid the issue further, which only leads to more guilt and more procrastination.
And every time I rip off the bandaid and face up to it, and get through it, I feel better, so I don't know why I still let it happen, but I do. I can remember doing it in my 7th grade science class, for cry-yi-yi.