well, even after the second interview, i didn’t get the job. my resume is going to be “put on file.” i wonder where managers learn how to optimize their rejections.

i had a little argument with a friend last night over whether or not i’m actually trying to become employed. i can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong with me.

jobs are a funny thing to me. on one hand, i procure a personal income, which is always good. on the other, i lose those lazy summer days without a care or my underwear (those are song lyrics, people). i wish i didn’t have this nagging guilt clouding my mind and pressuring me to be something i’m not… motivated.

dang, just reading through my archive of old entries, i notice that i talk about being a sloth a lot. of course, i get antsy and restless over time. but for the most part, i’m happy doing nothing. my parents don’t understand this. you see, over the years of school and work and school and work, i’ve never had any time to just relax. if i wasn’t in school, i’d be cooped up in an office filing records and x-rays, answering the phone, and carrying out miscellaneous errands. i can honestly say that this is the first time in a long while that i’ve been able to sleep in and not worry about a hectic agenda. why would i want to pile on the extra strain of a job?

i will still humour my parents and hand my resume out to places for which even my critical older sister thinks i’m over-qualified. beggars can’t be choosers, and neither can sloths.