And then maybe I'd be discovered by Timbaland and become the next Lady Gaga except I would have to be careful of costumes chosen due to possible "wardrobe malfunction." Because boobies get in the way.
If this dream doesn't work out, then I will pursue something else. I mean, staying at home and raising Austin has been awesome and we've had some not so awesome days but all in all it has been incredible to be there for every milestone and every poop (kind of).
I've applied to a few jobs but have not even gotten a phone call back. I haven't worked in 3 years. My last job title was Director of Public Relations. And I can't get a phone call back about an admin position (!!!!). Frustrating.
The only thing that's making me happy this week is that I've noticed less and less Jeggings in the fashion world. I understand "leggings", LOVE leggings, but Jeggings? Looks like they are on clearance at Macy's. There is something right with the world.
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Jeggings are one of the most ungodly things in existence. Every time I see somebody wearing then, I wish to punch them in the face and scream, "How DARE you?!"
Job-hunting is one of the most frustrating activities on earth. Hope you land something soon! (If not, you could punch the hiring manager(s) in the face while screaming, "How DARE you?!")
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