Dirty Banana Pants

The job hunt has been just that…a hunt.  If only I were allowed to use guns, then maybe I’d land something.  Or, land something that I like….

I received a call earlier this week from a recruiter about a contract job.  It wasn’t the best thing ever, but I decided that I would like to be able to eat something other than crackers and ketchup next week, so I decided to take it.  The recruiter called me back with more information which she thought would change my mind.  (She didn’t realize how desperate I’ve become).  The job would be working for a sweatshop located on the South side of Oklahoma City.  Well, that’s a sacrifice right there.  The only time I go South is to drive to Dallas….I’ve never actually stopped on the South side, because it’s the South side.  I’m a bitch.

The other fringe benefits of this gig is the hours…I will either be working from 6am - 2pm, 12pm - 8pm, or 6pm - 2am.  Lovely.  I can tell them which shift I prefer, but they will chose my shift for me.  SUPER!

I have other things in the pipeline, I just don’t know when the hell they are going to come to fruition.  I did receive a promising call this week from another recruiter.  The Evil Empire’s competition seemed very interested in me after a discussion with this recruiter.  They’ve requested my resume and said they may know of something for me by the beginning of next week.

If anything can drive you into a mental disorder, searching for a job is a direct route.  Every day is something different…..keep your fingers, eyeballs, legs, and pinky toes crossed…I need all the luck I can get!