cover letter.

       please.

i like you. i love your blog! i even followed you on twitter.

save me from the job i have now. my back hurts cuz my desk is too tall for me. i only get to interact with two people all day. no one leaves for lunch even though there isn't anything to do.

i wanna be surrounded by smart, funny, creative and energetic people that come up with ideas and make stuff up instead of emailing youtube videos across five feet of office space.

im a giver. if you take me away from here, i will be so so loyal. i will be like that girlfriend who is so afraid you are going to leave her that she makes your lunch everyday and laughs at your jokes and your friends' jokes and wears sexy football jerseys on sundays when they come over to make them jealous.

i'm a good person: i look both ways before i cross the street, i don't talk on the phone at the order counter and i hold doors open for people.

i'll ride my bike to work so you don't have to give me a commuter check.  i won't ever get sick.  if i'm late i'll feel really really bad about it.  i'll work really really hard.

additional cool-ness factors: i have a black belt (seriously), i'm in a band and i can (sort of) play the trumpet.

not only will i be an excellent employee, definite cool points will be added to the value of your company and i'm pretty sure that increases stock value.

hopefully yours (like, seriously, you can own me if you hire me),
jamie

on quitting smoking and stopping crying.

i quit smoking over a month ago.

i'm not going to be obnoxious and count it out to the minute and rub in how much money i've saved!!!!! cuz i'm still broke and i'm not good at counting.  but i DID quit and...it was really hard.  and it is still hard.  it is almost positively harder for my friends than it is for me and i apologize to them for that.  if i could go back in time and show my 18 year-old-self my 25 year-old-self whining and bitching and spitting fire at those closest to her i would, and then i probably wouldn't have started in the goddam first place.  but i can't.

so thank you for still loving me, or at least pretending to, even though i'm not as lovable as i was when there was nicotine coursing through my veins.  i promise i'm trying to get back to normal, it's just these darn brain chemicals.  science was never my strong subject and chemistry is hard.  hence, the crying.  and crying and crying and yes, it is all your fault.

it's possible that i am crying about a legitimate offense, or a real pain in my back, or a real frustration in my life.  however.  i am pretty damn sure that none of those things is worth seven, count 'em seven, days with break downs and crying.

i have always struggled with getting sad, and then sadder and then really really just bummed the fuck out until i can't get out of bed to save my life (translation: gpa/paycheck/job) and before i know it i have four huge zits on my face, no groceries and ten more pounds.   i have been like this since i hit puberty (thanks boobs.)
i know that when i get like this i am really hard to be around, and really hard to deal with - try living IN HERE.  it's not fun for me either.  but i have been doing so much better for the last year, thanks largely to the birth of my band and those two besties o' mine that came along with it.  quitting smoking has thrown a wrench into that streak of happy and the last two months have been pretty....uh...crappy.

but i've quit smoking. and my friends are still here. and i didn't gain fifty pounds in the process.  and it's gonna be ok.  i frickin' swear.  and i feel a lot better today.