mac book and bacon...a love story

I've spent the past month or so searching for gainful employment, and hopefully something that will satisfy the practicum portion of my Master's degree. And I've been met with roadblocks and insulting salary offers. Now, one would think that any salary is a good salary at this stage in the game, and considering the economic times. I disagree.
I've worked my ass off at an excessively expensive university, paid my dues at pickle-pack jobs like bartending, waitressing, dog-grooming, sign-making, computer design, copy writing and testing mattresses. Yes, testing mattresses. If only my love life would have been included, cuz I'd be retired by now.
And after Katrina, I had to regroup and gather my emotionally and physically demolished sensibilities to carry on searching for my priorities. And one of those priorities, I decided one night over 3 or so pints of Guinness at Finns, was to move out of New Orleans and pursue a Master's degree and take a turn toward new career choices and better money.
I'm qualified, motivated, excited to the point of hyper about new opportunities, have really great hair and I smell really good right now.
I should put that on my resume....I wonder if "sweet rack" is also an appropriate qualification?
I digress. I'm no sure where this is going really, I suppose I'm just really frustrated applying for jobs at organizations, mostly non-profit, I know I'd be perfect for but the money isn't there for it to make sense to move. I do happen to love my present internship position at the Vermont Partnership for Fairness and Diversity, but it's unpaid & a little scattered and I'm looking for more....I've already asked Russ to move out of New Orleans, and he's on board to fight the good fight, looking for new jobs. But it's proving not only difficult for me to find a great PAYING communications/writing/PR gig, but also for him to find a fulfilling graphics design gig that will put that light back in his eyes ...He's been working a 3rd shift crap job all year so that I can focus on school and I'd like for him to find something great and exciting. I'll be in love with and proud of him, no matter what he does for a living. I guess I'm all over the place but this has been cluttering my brain all year. I am hopeful we'll find something up here in New England but it's looking a bit grim at the moment.....

spacecamp, thai food and dreams

I woke up in a stupor this morning, having had yet another dream about random men offering me spring rolls. I'm not entirely sure why it's significant enough to blog about but I haven't had much else happen today so here it is.
I first began dreaming about a classmate of mine in graduate school, who I have absolutely no interest in. After all, I am happily manfriended and have been for going on 4 years. However, this classmate is quite the dish and girls heart him. So I suppose it's understandable how he snuck into my wee subconscious.
I know what you're asking....what kind of spring rolls would warrant such musings and random man love? Totally. Such a good question. And I have no idea so I'm going to make it up and say shrimp.

After the adulterous (though completely PG) shrimp roll dream, I rolled out of slumbertown and made some delicious Mocha Joe's coffee. So cheap and delicious and fresh, beans from the Brattleboro Co-Op. I enjoy the Co-Op. I also bought dark chocolate-covered almonds. Unrelated but a good sugar boost when loafing in the middle of the afternoon.

I digress.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, though I've been sending my resume to so many people, I feel dirty.

Exciting: I did watch SpaceCamp again. I love that film. Especially the crazy 80's hair and valley girl in charge of the Morse code back to NASA, who is the actress married to John Travolta.

Yeah. I know. You can blame my latch-key upbringing and love of the ridiculous.

jobless...and kinda hungry. not really related.

I should be outdoors doing something productive or...outdoorsy. It's 65 and sunny here and I'm at the computer screen updating my resume for the next bombardment of begging and pleading for gainful employment. Yes, begging AND pleading. I'm willing to do both. Not much more though, I'm with manfriend. Though ask me four years ago, my standards of behavior were lower. Too bad for you.

So I live in THE SMALLEST EFFING TOWN EVER and no one is hiring. Which, ya know, is to be expected. It's small and I'm not a carpenter nor a mechanic...nor willing to work at
a nuclear power plant. I like my things in correct numbers-no need for an extra boob or ear or something otherwise weird to most people. Again, my standards waver.
I used to live in New Orleans, and it's quite large and with more jobs than some places. But it's a town that, even with great paychecks, will eat not only your paycheck but your good sense if you let it. So I continue to look and have some great prospects in towns like D.C. and NYC, where the cost of living will not only eat my paycheck but my good sense, if I let it.

my first time...and it didn't hurt one bit

Hello good people of the internets....

(yes, extra "s" intentional...it's funny, get over it.)

I am a grad student in Vermont (yes, I came here for school on purpose...) and finally talked myself into a blog...again.

I used to have one but then decided to try and get my overflowing awesome and clever banter into the world in other ways. But I'm tired of saving all of that yummy sarcasm for facebollocks...

hence, therefore, and um, holler...here I am.

drink it in. I'll be here for a while.