UoM. Also known as my school of revealing
as far as a degree in growing up goes. but as part of the
academic service i had a resume review a month ago.
They looked at it, told me whats good and what needed
improvements, plus a good luck wish.
Paid $7.5 i didnt complain, wanted to have the best resume
i can offer job market late this year onwards.
If only i could manipulate some of my history to enter the contest.
A contest. A handful of graduates get in
while plentiful stay in the waiting room. How i wish to be welcomed.
but let me face it: im not as good as i thought i was,
and my resumes weak. I could do so much better.
Thats the way it always goes though, right? I could do better.
a convenient way to look back, a devastating one too.
So i dont know how to be ready.
i can sneer and glare and say that life is so unfair.
want to believe that those who made it, made it cos their
breasts were really big. But i dont wanna get old before i have to.
get bitter and bitch about those who succeed. So perhaps im ready,
but pretending not to because its just a cozier place to be.
and lately i am bitter. so let everything looks dark too.
like vegemite. licorice. burnt toast. and thinking about accountant
in this dark hours, its not the sexiest profession really.
it is my excuse to dress in power suit, wear power glasses,
carry power laptop, sit power solitude and drink power coffee.
apparently little nidya wants to fit in her little world, powerfully.
but wait, this is sad and contains only little truth.
but even so, why does my resume still sleep on the desk, unsent?
what other reasons can make me finally do it, really..
Save the world?