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Today is Pungenday, day 31 in the season of The Aftermath, 3167.

I'm starting to think that I should invest some cash in an experienced resume writer-type person. I've applied for so many jobs that I'm entirely qualified for, and yet it's like pulling teeth to even get an acknowledgement that my resume was received, and so far only one company has brought me in for an interview. Hell, I can't even get Aquent to call me back after filling in their silly questionnaire that they sent me in response to my resume. I'm thinking that perhaps I'm not presenting myself so well on paper, as applying for a job with "working knowledge of SQL, IIS, and hand-coded HTML" required should certainly get me more than "We're reviewing your resume. If you fit with the job requirements, we'll call you. Now bugger off."

*grump* *grump* *grump*

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Why is so much of my brain's available space devoted to totally useless shit like "how many hits did Night Ranger really have", or the lyrics to songs that I haven't heard in 20 years?

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So many people I know either have children, are pregnant, or just generally want to have children that sometimes I feel like a freak for not having or even wanting kids. I make a great aunt, but I would make an absolutely horrible mother. No tolerance at all for crying infants. None. At the first eardrum-popping wail, I feel my blood pressure rising and an intense urge to flee the area. I think kids are kind of cute in that "they're not coming home with me" sort of way between about 2 and 5, but after that, forget it. No, I'm not one of those rabid childfree types who thinks that I should be able to leave my house and not ever have to deal with a child under any circumstance, but I freely admit that my tolerance for most people under the age of 25 or so is really low these days. I love my nieces and nephews, I just don't think that I'm cut out at all to be a mother. Everyone always says "but it's different when its yours", but...what if it isn't? What happens when you think it will be different and you'll love being a parent, and then you are and you don't and it isn't? I'm fairly sure that's how it would work out for me. I'm almost to the point I think where doctors will consider doing a tubal ligation if I really, really insist that I want one. (Another rant for another time about how it's such a monumental pain in the ass to convince people that NO, you really do NOT ever want to have a child.) If something happens and I change my mind about wanting a kid, there are more than enough children in foster homes out there waiting to be adopted. My sister and brother and their respective spice have five kids between them, there's little chance of my *cough* stellar genetic heritage dying out.

And to think that this was brought on by looking for Xmas presents online for the crop of nephews and nieces...