Started scouring job boards again. Head still in a fog from sleep, fighting back a phlegm-y feelig throat this morning.
3:09 p.m. Not feeling fully awake or alert.
For some reason, as I begin to read through job descriptions, a bleak and foul cloud hanging over head. Probably just from my tiredness.
Called Virgin Mobile again since my new phone still isn't activated after 48 hours. They advised me of 24 hours to activate it. And if it doesn't, I'm supposed to call again. Not liking the customer service I'm receiving so far. From India.
Am feeling particularly reluctant today to put on a show, do a little song and dance routine, jump through hoops - I mean, write cover letters that make me stand out from the crowd, and whip up an original writing sample just for the purposes of applying to ONE FREAKING JOB that pays lower than my minimum required salary that apparently has a FEW HUNDRED OTHER APPLICANTS.
Dreaming about lying on a beach in Costa Rica. Or Bali.
Went to the gym after dinner. Kinda nice when it's barren inside. Yet all the treadmills with individual TV screens were all taken. What's up with that?
10:57 p.m. Applied to two jobs tonight.
Today's total: 2 job applications.
Later watched some Hulu. Got back to the novel. Cranked out 1838 words. Yeah, bitches!
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