Dec. 18th, 2002

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Just a note to let you know that Kaelie has not, in fact, fallen off the face of the earth -- her LJ was deleted by some technical glitch and she's trying to figure it out. She's given the bossmen at LiveJournal a stern talking to and things should be straightened out soon. So no worries! She is fine and will be back soon. :)

Or, in her words:

Hyprdryv2: It's nice to know people care, but I'm terrified that they think I'm being a drama queen!
Hyprdryv2: Ahahahahaaa!
Scoutmol: Dude, type something up and I'll post it. Or I'll post this conversation
Hyprdryv2: Yeah, if you would just say that I'm having technology troubles and that it's not my fault and that I'm not a drama queen, that would be faboo.
Scoutmol: Ok, will do
Scoutmol: Maybe I'll just copy/paste that
Scoutmol: :)
Hyprdryv2: You're my hero. :)
Hyprdryv2: And my email seems to be screwed up too, because emails that I saw tenminutes ago seem to be gone.
Scoutmol: Will pass it along

So she is ok! Just experiencing some technical difficulties.

And so concludes this broadcast of the Kaelie Alert System.
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This is so frustrating!

I applied for this job a while back and to do so, I had to draw up a new version of my resume, put together writing samples, write a specialized cover letter and I can't FIND ANY OF IT. It's so annoying because I meant to hold onto it so I could just make copies of the stuff (the writing samples, at least) and not have to go through my computer and pick things out all over again when I wanted to apply somewhere else but I've somehow managed to LOSE IT ALL and I could just kill someone. Preferably myself.

Dammit! Am such a massive tool! What is wrong with me? I keep having traumatic wavy-lined flashbacks to my mother standing in the kitchen, hands on her hips, scolding me. "Now don't lose this stuff, Jessica! You'll need it again! Put it somewhere where you can find it!" And I gave her this dismissive "Pfft!" Because really. Like I'd ever lose such useful stuff!

And of course I have. And I don't feel like looking for it. This house is so annoyingly big, what with the having-more-than-one-room thing. At least when I was at college, I had one little cubby-sized room to tear apart. It only took so long. Now I live in a house with multiple rooms and lots of places for things to go. And, also, my mother, who will be there live and in person to shoot I-Told-You-So-Looks and How-Did-I-Produce-Such-A-Ditzy-Daughter-Glares.

Maybe it's just hiding under that pile of crap on the kitchen counter. Off to check...

Ok. Not there. Have no friggin' idea where it could be. In my searches, though, I have come across my VHS copy of Casablanca, two pairs of socks squirreled away in my nightstand (very random), and my acceptance letter/scholarship package for Boston University from 1998. What was I thinking?? How did I turn them down? Why did I stay here in Upstate New York? I must have been on crack.

Obviously. I'm storing socks in my nightstand, after all. They were nestled next to my J-14 Life Story and a VHS tape of Roswell. Also discovered: my collection of *NSYNC stickers from the sticker machine at my local grocery store. They're a precious commodity since that sticker machine now hosts lame fake-psychedelic stickers. It's very sad.

I need to send this stuff in tomorrow! It is imperative! Ok, maybe not imperative, but it would be nice! My attitude toward the lack-of-job-or-career thing has taken a swift turn from benign neglect to sheer panic these last couple of weeks. I can always tell when I'm getting freaked out because I find myself muttering daily affirmations while driving around in my car, like, "I may be unemployed, directionless, and contributing little to the rest of the world, but that doesn't mean I'm not a good person."

And I know, I know, we all weep for the Sad Plight of the Suburban College Graduate. I realize how ridiculous I sound and I hope that this comes off not as asking for sympathy but as, instead, an expression of my annoyance with myself! And why am I sharing it with you? Because I'm just that annoying, I guess.

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