It's almost 11:30 p.m. and I came up to get ready for bed but wanted to finish a few job search emails. I've just sent them off and find myself looking through job sites -- the same ones I looked through less than 12 hours ago. If wishing could make it happen, it would have happened by now and I would not be sitting here doing what seems to be futile acts a half-hour before midnight.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Ridiculous times call for ridiculous measures.
Searching for a new job is a full time job. This full time job calls for overtime.
Good night.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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