The Joy Luck Club

Of my recent grad friends, three of my closest friends are also engaging in this game called "finding a job". We are all in constant communication with each other, exchanging tales of boredom and respective failure in the job hunt. It's like our own little Joy Luck Club, but I think I might have to rename it the No Luck Club. I was speaking with one of the No Luck Clubbers today, comparing our Friday nights (She spent hers alone in her room watching bad chick flicks and eating various snacks while I spent mine watching the 2010 national spelling bee. Tough to say who had the more uninteresting night.), when she told me quite possibly the most horrifying stories I could hear at this point. My friend's friend, a chemical engineering major, applied to over 100 jobs before she got one. Terrifying. It made me feel even worse about the fact that I slipped up and didn't apply anywhere Saturday (though I forgot to update that I submitted four more on Friday, bringing my application count up to 15). I am going to have to step my game up to accomplish my goal of employment by my birthday.

Throwing this out there, for any and all with the means and interest in helping me- my dream job would be to travel the world and blog about my adventures (and obviously, get paid to do so). I kept a blog from the semester I spent in Sevilla my junior year and wrote over 30,000 words. I had considered printing it off... then I realized I didn't have enough remaining printer ink for that big of a job. So if anyone is looking for a travel blogger, send them my way.

However, the home front has been growing both more and less fun the past couple days. More fun in the sense that I have reconnected with old high school friends and gone out with them, but less fun in the sense that I am feeling very useless in my unemployment. I need some way to occupy my time. Though, I suppose, I could finish unpacking.

Update on the cooking lesson: spaghetti making success. I can now make spaghetti sauce and meatballs. And no, I'm not referring to opening up a jar of Ragu. Crushed tomatoes, onions, garlic, basil... delicious! Let's see if I can remember all the ingredients for the meatballs- ground beef (or maybe chuck?), 1/2 cup bread crumbs, 1 egg, 1 tbsp of onions, 1 tsp salt, some pepper, chopped fresh parsley. Speaking of parsley, dried parsley is more or less the devil incarnate with respect to food. At least, that's the impression I got.

Also: living at home with my younger brother has introduced me to the world of men's body wash. During my shower this morning, I discovered that RedZone makes a body wash called Swagger. Apparently, Swagger smells vaguely like old man and baby powder.