My head is aching, my coffee is cold, my eyes are red and I can't find the better description for myself than as dead as it gets. It was about midnight when I finished writing my cover letter yesterday and I asked my half-sleepy boy-friend to be my proof reader.
After speding some time with my newborn CV and a cover letter he said that he would hire me.
- Why? Because I'm awesome?!
- Yes, and because you're sexy.
Fair enough. That why I love him so much. He went to bed but I spent a bit more time to checking applying and being nervous. It is not surprising that I woke up today absolutely jaded... I was dead... tired and sick. This is what happens to those who work and apply for jobs. 8 hours of work + 5 hours of looking for jobs = dead...
The good thing about it is that my effort were not useless. At the very same day I received 5 job calls (hell yes! five!) and I went to a one very nice interview during the lunch time. Apart from it I needed to work which was exteremly impossible. My eyes were closing and my brains were getting me down. Phone calls - worked, interview - worked, my actual work did not work at all. Luckily my boss was carried away by his recent holliday so he didn't notice anything. On the contrary, he asked me to join a corporate St. Patrick's party after work which I voluntarily accepted. God knows I need a glass of wine!
Now I'm at home dead but happy. May be this is all about feeling alive? When you are exhausted but you keep calm and carry on. We will se, will see but so far... SLEEEP!
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