I’ve been working on my resume for 3 days – carving minutes out of the day to work on it, since the minute I sit down in front of the computer the boys attack.
For 3 days, I’ve moved the information around, changed the format, changed the wording, trying to make it sound good enough to make the HR person drop to his knees and beg to lick my feet offer me a job with a living wage.
I left the window open while Dad sat down to make a phone call. When I came back in, the window was closed, and Dad was playing solitaire. I just checked the hard drive – and the draft I was working on isn’t there. The original document is there, but not the thing I’ve been agonizing over for 3 days.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!