I cut off all my hair in one impulsive move. I'm pretty sure I did it partly because Scott told me not to, partly because I needed a change, and partly because I wanted to feel like I had some control over my life and I'm too weak to develop an eating disorder.
I didn't get that job at the Marriott. Instead, they offered me HOUSEKEEPING ON CALL FOR THE WEEKENDS. Aka: worst job offer ever. I'd rather work at a gas station. But they aren't hiring. I checked. So I'm stuck with good old JB's and it's inconsistent schedule (I worked one day last week and four days this week). We just can't afford me not working one week.
My mom says that God has a plan. Usually that doesn't make me feel better, but for some reason this time it did. I guess I feel that promised peace that comes when you really do EVERYTHING you can and then leave it up to God. I really did EVERYTHING I could to find full-time work since JULY. I'm peddling candles for crying out loud! But, still no full-time. I'm done searching and filling out applications. The only way I'll get a job this late in the holiday season, anyway, is if I work on Christmas.
My point is this: I'm done. I'm passing the baton to Scott who will be off-track next semester to find a full-time job. I won't fill out another job application or print out another resume unless I'm referred by someone who knows me and knows the OWNER of wherever I'm applying.