Must Be Nice

Don’t get me wrong, here. I LOVE being married to such a talented man. I do. But sometimes Rush makes me feel like a dumb, worthless hobo. For example: I have been searching for a job to NO AVAIL for, I dunno, like 7 months? I have sent my resume to almost 50 legitimate openings. At first I was just going for early childhood education but then I got desperate and started applying for desk jobs at salons, cashier jobs at restaurants, and even a traveling balloon artist position (I actually have an interview for that one today… fingers crossed!)

My lovely husband, on the other hand, obviously already has a full-time job. AND YET when he made his first Facebook status update in yyyyyyeeeearssssssss, he INSTANTLY gets an e-mail to our joint account asking him to be in a film! OH MY GOSH!! I swear I’m not bitter.

Endless rant abated, shameless plug ahead – if anyone, anyone at all, has, knows of, or is inventing a job opening that A) I’m qualified for {i.e. no candle-smell tester} and B) I could do every day without slitting my wrists {i.e. no saxophone-sound approver} SEND IT ON! I’ve gotta get out of this apartment and start bringing home some moolah!!