A day in the life of a job seeker

When I was searching for a job, it took every ounce of motivation I had to write a resume and fill out those incredibly annoying online applications over and over again. But, it all paid off when, in due time, I found what I assume is the greatest job in the history of the world.

Fast forward to this past weekend when I decided it was time that Kyle find a job. This is a result of his pending eviction from his home due to a negative cash flow. It took every ounce of collective motivation to stop procrastinating and start applying for jobs.

Things we accomplished other than job searching:

1) Painting my entire apartment (with the help of the fabulous Michael Poellmann).
2) Realizing that we will never be pool sharks by playing at least 20 games.
3) Figuring out how that record player works
3b) Devising the perfect drinking game devoted solely to Robert Goulet's extensive use of the words "love", "lover", "lovely", and "loving".
4) Going to the grocery store upon deciding that we needed to drink a bottle of wine and it could not wait.
5) Eating Cheddarwurst that we impulsively purchased after buying the aforementioned wine.
6) Getting into the swing of things with a good morning beer.
7) Renovating those lamps with some spray paint.
8) Having people over to eat, drink and be generally merry.

Finally, after he was here for three (fabulous) days, Kyle and I began looking for jobs. The ultimate goal being, of course, to apply to jobs. We were able to waste more time by finding over 40 jobs and failing to apply to them. Eventually, we ended up staying in all day writing resumes and applied to 7 whole, adult, real life jobs all over the country. It was really an operation if you will, involving two computers with Kyle and I simultaneously applying. Of course, this would have been easier had we not failed to save almost every cover letter we wrote and then accidentally deleted it, only to write it again. Anyway, who ever said Kyle and I were efficient or effective at accomplishing anything? We're much better at watching four seasons of the sopranos, becoming completely nocturnal and almost disastrously impulsive.

In conclusion, I would like to say that I am very proud of us, that Kyle owes me his fourth paycheck, and that hopefully he finds a fabulous job.