Two loaves of homemade whole wheat bread (no, I don’t own a breadmaker).
One batch of brownies.
Two loaves of banana bread.
Two sparkling bathrooms.
One 90-minutes-of-prep/cooking Moroccan feast for two.
Countless loads of laundry.
Hours of happy dog walks.
Three-point-seven-five days of unemployment.
Five job openings sitting in open browser tabs, waiting for me to apply to them.
And I’m stuck.
I look at my resume and hate every line. I look over the umpteen cover letter formats and styles I use, and see everything but inspiration.
May I introduce to you my friends Rock and Hard-Place?
I am mostly miserable and hate being at home all day. But I also loathe submitting applcations for jobs.
I certainly don’t mind networking, have a sick love for interviewing, and can generally write circles around things – except when it comes to my own damn resumÃ©. But then, my best work comes out when I’m excited about the subject matter. And instead of excited, I’m mostly annoyed, and more than a little intimidated.
I WILL NOT BE CONFINED TO TWO MEASLY PAGES!
Although I suppose I should save that particular rant for after I manage to get a single satisfying sentence down on paper.
So here I sit. Trying to devise things to do that are both satisfying, and a good way to procrastinate.
Baking and cleaning have, thus far, been completely unsatisfying. (I imagine that anything but some success in the job-hunt will have much the same result.)
But then, so has the application process.
And I seem to be fresh out of mojo.