Grah, brain worms can suck it
Aug. 13th, 2013 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonesparkI was crying earlier because I had too much emotions, even though they were happy.
But now I am crying from lack of sleep and frustration.
A friend was trying to give me "pointers" for my interview. She said "Find out everybody's name and send thank you notes." I know this. I know lots of things about how to look employable, and they aren't all skills I have, but sending frakking thank you notes is not that hard.
It's not that hard if you have the energy. If you can concentrate. There are a lot steps, and if you don't complete them all, you may as well not have completed any. You have to have thank you notes. You have to get the names, and keep the cards, and remember where you kept them. (And not leave you briefcase on the subway, or get your van towed.) You have to write the notes. You have to address them. You have to put stamps on them. You have to mail them.
I have done all these things before. I had a fun time writing individual notes for everyone from 3 interviews at my first professional job. I had fun selecting the fancy paper and envelopes, and signing my name with a fancy pen. The interviews were all fun. I knew my shit. I looked good. I even wore lipstick.
But since I got laid off and we moved and moved in with my parents, I've had interviews where I learned everyone's name and wrote awesome individualized thank you notes and addressed and licked and in some cases stamped the envelopes but never mailed them. Or never mailed them all. Or never completed one or two out of several, and didn't want to slight someone by not sending theirs at the same time, but I just couldn't find the right words and then it was kind of too late and then it was really too late.
(I have stacks of birthday cards and sympathy cards and Rosh Hashana cards in similar stages or incompletion. Or I did, before we moved. I don't try sending those anymore. Sometimes I say "happy birthday" on people's FB walls...)
In conclusion: brain weasels. They ruin all the things.
But now I am crying from lack of sleep and frustration.
A friend was trying to give me "pointers" for my interview. She said "Find out everybody's name and send thank you notes." I know this. I know lots of things about how to look employable, and they aren't all skills I have, but sending frakking thank you notes is not that hard.
It's not that hard if you have the energy. If you can concentrate. There are a lot steps, and if you don't complete them all, you may as well not have completed any. You have to have thank you notes. You have to get the names, and keep the cards, and remember where you kept them. (And not leave you briefcase on the subway, or get your van towed.) You have to write the notes. You have to address them. You have to put stamps on them. You have to mail them.
I have done all these things before. I had a fun time writing individual notes for everyone from 3 interviews at my first professional job. I had fun selecting the fancy paper and envelopes, and signing my name with a fancy pen. The interviews were all fun. I knew my shit. I looked good. I even wore lipstick.
But since I got laid off and we moved and moved in with my parents, I've had interviews where I learned everyone's name and wrote awesome individualized thank you notes and addressed and licked and in some cases stamped the envelopes but never mailed them. Or never mailed them all. Or never completed one or two out of several, and didn't want to slight someone by not sending theirs at the same time, but I just couldn't find the right words and then it was kind of too late and then it was really too late.
(I have stacks of birthday cards and sympathy cards and Rosh Hashana cards in similar stages or incompletion. Or I did, before we moved. I don't try sending those anymore. Sometimes I say "happy birthday" on people's FB walls...)
In conclusion: brain weasels. They ruin all the things.
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Date: 2013-08-19 05:28 am (UTC)