June 13, 2000.  Tuesday
 

    I just got back from an interview with a temp agency.  One of the more humiliating experiences of my life.  It was kind of depressing.  I feel so unskilled.  I'm gonna have a Master's Degree in 6 months, but I can't get a fucking job filing folders.  The low point was when they gave me a test paper with groups of three numbers and told me to arrange them... from smallest to largest.  I really wanted to jump out the window.

    The typing test text was actually from a career advice text.  Very funny.

    It's very interesting to me that the stuff I'm learning in my Master's program is completely useless when trying to get a shitty office job.  I can't merge documents in Microsoft Word, but I can write a pretty decent paper on Irony and Sincerity throughout the last decade.  Sweet.

    I stopped by the Entertainment Weekly office afterwards and visited with PFC Caryn for a bit.  She did her best to cheer me up.  I appreciated it, but I don't like when people try to cheer me up.  It makes me uncomfortable.  Not sure why.  She did, however, give me the new Juliana Hatfield cds.  I've listened to them, but not carefully.  That'll be later.

    Anyhow, I'm starting to assume any "career" I might pursue will be one where apply more technical knowledge, like those damn computer programs, than one where I use my schooling.  Great huh?  I don't know if I could get by on a job where everyday I have to think up something new, like writing.

    Jen from On My Turf sent me an email today, which I received after returning from my awful temp interview.  The subject was "get a grip."  It began : "you are freaking out.  you must chill.  i have your keys, your summer job, and your ac unit.  you must chill."  This was in reference to yesterday's entry, I'm assuming.  Of course, I was freaking out much more this afternoon than I was yesterday when I wrote that.

Anyhow. I watched the movie City of Angels today.  It wasn't what I'd call exceptional.  But it was useful in determining that my annoyance of Nicolas Cage outweighs my enthusiasm for Meg Ryan.  I really don't like that guy.

Anyway, i've been writing this entry for 7 hours now.  enough random ramblings.
 

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