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ninanevermoreI went for an interview this morning, and while waiting to talk to the manager I realized something horrible: there is a typo on my resume. The word "position" is missing in my objective statement. It reads, in part, "I am seeking a as a…" If the job I am hoping for did not include duties as a proofreader, this would not bother me nearly so much.
I really wanted this job.
To make myself feel better, tonight's dinner will consist entirely of comfort food, and my diet can be damned. I will cook macaroni and cheese from a box and frozen fish sticks, served with enough ketchup to make the kitchen look like an ax murder happened there. Mediocre food comforts me because my mother was a mediocre cook. Cooking was something she did so her family didn't starve, not for the love of preparing fancy gourmet delights. To make this meal complete and more like the one my mom would make me, I will serve it with a side of frozen green peas. Despite all the fried and processed junk she fed us, she believed in eating your vegetables. She didn't believe that vegetables had to be freshly prepared: frozen and canned varieties were good enough. But you had to eat them or you couldn't leave the table.
It turns out I am a much better cook than my mother was. If I wanted to impress myself, I could roast a chicken with fresh rosemary and serve it up with a side of steamed broccoli topped with a béchamel sauce and a nice saffron rice dish. But I don't want to impress myself; I want to make myself feel better. I want to smother my sorrows under a pile of pasta coated in a cheese sauce that moments before was a yellow dehydrated powder. Red snapper or mahi-mahi wouldn't cheer me up, but little pieces of cod the size of my fingers, coated in Mrs. Paul's best golden-brown batter, will do the trick nicely.
The job is within a comfortable driving distance. The people are wonderful. I could even proofread for them, believe it or not. Proofreading someone else's work is not the same as proofreading your own. When you write words, you know what you meant to say and your brain makes corrections when you read over your work. It's easy to miss your own errors. Other people's mistakes jump out at you, but your own hide and then jump out at other people at the most embarrassing moment possible. So I'm seeking "a as a" whatever. Its not ironic that I left out what I was seeking but gave the details of what kind of place I want it to be in. I never really seem to know what I'm looking for. I just tend to hope that I'll recognize it - whatever it is - when I trip over it.
One of these days I'm sure I'll appreciate the humor in this situation. If it were anyone else but me, I'd appreciate it right now. Maybe that will come about after I eat some prepackaged, second-rate, processed food that will take me back to a time in my life where it didn't matter where my next paycheck was coming from since my father, not me, was the one bringing it home.
Its a shame, really. I'd make a great (something). I just know I would.
On the other hand, if they do call me back, it will show how bad they really do need a proofreader in that place.
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I really wanted this job.
To make myself feel better, tonight's dinner will consist entirely of comfort food, and my diet can be damned. I will cook macaroni and cheese from a box and frozen fish sticks, served with enough ketchup to make the kitchen look like an ax murder happened there. Mediocre food comforts me because my mother was a mediocre cook. Cooking was something she did so her family didn't starve, not for the love of preparing fancy gourmet delights. To make this meal complete and more like the one my mom would make me, I will serve it with a side of frozen green peas. Despite all the fried and processed junk she fed us, she believed in eating your vegetables. She didn't believe that vegetables had to be freshly prepared: frozen and canned varieties were good enough. But you had to eat them or you couldn't leave the table.
It turns out I am a much better cook than my mother was. If I wanted to impress myself, I could roast a chicken with fresh rosemary and serve it up with a side of steamed broccoli topped with a béchamel sauce and a nice saffron rice dish. But I don't want to impress myself; I want to make myself feel better. I want to smother my sorrows under a pile of pasta coated in a cheese sauce that moments before was a yellow dehydrated powder. Red snapper or mahi-mahi wouldn't cheer me up, but little pieces of cod the size of my fingers, coated in Mrs. Paul's best golden-brown batter, will do the trick nicely.
The job is within a comfortable driving distance. The people are wonderful. I could even proofread for them, believe it or not. Proofreading someone else's work is not the same as proofreading your own. When you write words, you know what you meant to say and your brain makes corrections when you read over your work. It's easy to miss your own errors. Other people's mistakes jump out at you, but your own hide and then jump out at other people at the most embarrassing moment possible. So I'm seeking "a as a" whatever. Its not ironic that I left out what I was seeking but gave the details of what kind of place I want it to be in. I never really seem to know what I'm looking for. I just tend to hope that I'll recognize it - whatever it is - when I trip over it.
One of these days I'm sure I'll appreciate the humor in this situation. If it were anyone else but me, I'd appreciate it right now. Maybe that will come about after I eat some prepackaged, second-rate, processed food that will take me back to a time in my life where it didn't matter where my next paycheck was coming from since my father, not me, was the one bringing it home.
Its a shame, really. I'd make a great (something). I just know I would.
On the other hand, if they do call me back, it will show how bad they really do need a proofreader in that place.
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Date: 2007-05-25 07:04 pm (UTC)But I know what you mean. Applying for writing/editing-type jobs myself, I have this huge paranoia that I will misspell something and thus dash my chances right from the start.
Maybe THAT'S why no one's calling me back :-/
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Date: 2007-05-25 07:22 pm (UTC)*HUGS NINA TIGHT* Here's to you getting that job anyway!!! *crosses fingers*
Good luck sweetie!!!
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Date: 2007-05-25 10:08 pm (UTC)I know what you mean, in my constant battles with looking for new positions Ive got a standard letter and I just change the details with each new position advertised that takes my fancy.
And every now and then I freak out because I realise there is a huge error that I didn't pick up (ie left details pertaining to another job in there or the job title etc)
And I kick myself not literally mind you LOL although that would be funny. Mmm comfort food.. I heart comfort food.
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Date: 2007-05-26 04:58 am (UTC)I hope the comfort food comforted you.
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Date: 2007-05-26 02:04 pm (UTC)I have to admit, it is kind of funny. I think I need to start using peroxide on my hair again. People are more forgiving when a platinum blonde does something like this...
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Date: 2007-05-26 12:34 pm (UTC)I know what you mean, though. It's like looking at a job posting that says "God atention to detail reqired." I just can't bring myself to send a resume to those jobs.
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Date: 2007-05-26 02:02 pm (UTC)The "God atention to detial reqired" company is just the one I'm looking for. Those people need me, man. I look at it this way: when you are a 100 watt kind of person, it's easier to shine in a room full of dim 15 watt bulbs than it is in a room full of halogen bulbs. I would be a star, and they would have no choice but to worship the ground I walk on.
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Date: 2007-05-28 12:24 pm (UTC)I am currently looking for a screenwriter to broaden a independent low budget movie script I have written and the script needs English correction, grammar correction, further character development, additional scenes, and more creative duologue.
http://houston.craigslist.org/wrg/319936158.html
Seriously, try Craigs List if you haven't yet. They have a whole section for writers jobs.
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Date: 2007-05-28 08:09 pm (UTC)But I don't need him. I'm looking for things that will actually make me some money. Teaming up with another creative starving artist who can't spell isn't going to help me much.
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Date: 2007-05-29 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 07:25 pm (UTC)Heck, maybe ya' oughta just subscribe.
Heck, maybe _I_ oughta subscribe!
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Date: 2007-05-29 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 07:51 pm (UTC)Who reads literary journals? Ummm... folks who hire writers? *hint*hint*
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Date: 2007-05-29 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-29 10:17 pm (UTC)1) those who categorize other people into list types, and
2) those who don't.
I'm of the first variety. Which leads me to point out that there are three types of people who read literary magazines:
1) those who publish them
2) those who are published in them (but only the issue that their stuff is in) and
3) the friends and family of those who are published in them (but only that one issue that they are given by the anthologized hack they are acquainted with).
I know. I've been published in a literary journal. It's the only one I've ever read. I gave copies of it to my roommates. They read my poem, and nothing else.
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