Wednesday...Thursday...Friday, all run together into this disgusting hairball I call the end of my week. My job hunt, for the most part, has been unsuccessful. I spend all day sending in resumes online, turning in applications in person, and calling to harass poor store and/or business managers until they agree to meet with me. It is the chaos I share with thousands of desperate unemployed Americans.
Friday evening Birkby, Parham, and I drove up to Orange County for my friend Tasha's birthday event at Dave & Busters. Other than her constant need to puke, due to the fact that it was her 21st birthday, the night was a good time. I was happy to see several familiar faces.
Saturday was an epic win. I ended up picking up a shift at 24carrots due to their desperate need for people on this day... and wowed all the right people. So although this means they will want me to work their events, they are an Orange County based company... and this doesn't really help me out in the grand scheme of job hunting.
Today we all came back down to Oceanside and spent a proper day of rest... resting :D. I have been able to spend awesome time talking to Cameron this weekend since he doesn't have classes, and I am feeling pretty good about the whole situation.
1 week down. 19 more weeks to go.
or
131 days 1 hour 40 mins and 6 seconds until Cameron lands at the San Diego Airport.
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