My Mom and Alias News
After a long day of working my resume/phones/contacts, trying to angle a big assistant job, I couldn't take it anymore. No one calls me back. EVER. Sure, I've got more email than I can handle at Assistant/Atlas, but will any of the damn HR people I faxed or emailed or friggin' hand-delivered [you are NEVER getting that shameful story] just call me back?
But when I talked to my dear mum on the phone, after telling of my trials in trying to get a new job [but not the blog stuff], Mom told me: "Atlas, I want you to know that you're a wonderful, intelligent, talented person. And you'll find the right job, soon, you've just gotta hang in there and I know you can do it." And she said it just right, just like a mom should.
Then suddenly, I was re-invigorated. I was revived. Because I am a wonderful, intelligent person and I WILL find myself a job. So, f*ck you, pessimism-- I'm gonna kick your a$$. Because my Mom believes in me.
So that's the lesson for the day, kids. Believe in yourselves.
Anyhoo, I'm off to smoke some drugs and probably have sex. Ciao.
Alias spoiler in comments section, look with caution.