fixing my résumé was an arduous task. i had my friend who works for human resources to edit mine, and — ‘lo and behold! — i have to change many a thing. now my résumé went from one page of useless facts to two pages of useless facts. who wants to hire me now?

recounting my own experience in the work field filled me with a bleak nostalgia. just five months ago i was selling trendy clothes to impressionable teenage girls. last year i was working at my uncle’s dental office. two years ago i was making websites for patented products. only god knows why i’m stuck in this unemployed rut now, getting rejected on second interviews despite the fact that i thought they were stellar.

i think the constant depression lies in the assumption that no one wants me — job-wise, that is. rejection, no matter who is doing it, is always a painful thing to come to terms with. it’s even worse when you’re actually trying. after failure comes the reluctance to get back on the horse. this not only works for jobs, but school as well.

my second-year registration date is coming up in late july, on the last day possible. this is a result of my almost failed geography class last year. i’ve planned out my schedule already with the thought that i will probably not be able to get into my most preferred courses. one thing like a six-credit geography class brought down my entire average and now i have slim pickings of the academic detritus for my second year at ubc. this will probably screw up my double major plan, too. ugh.

well, i suppose i shouldn’t be counting my lizards before they hatch. i just have to see what happens on both the job and school front. those are two things i hope to have over and done with sooner rather than later.