A cover letter?? Ugh. Just when I got the resume hammered out and enviable. I may extend my hell for landlords to extend to recruiters/HR/whoever does the hiring and actually cares about the format of a cover letter when you are sending your resume to a general email address (resume@companyImightwanttoworkfor.com) that acts as a receiving ground for every single resume sent in for every job posting they have for all X dozen national offices. Yes. I shall one day create a hell for landlords and those people. Oh. And Elmo. But that's just me. I hate Elmo.

So I have desirable marketable skills and an eagerness (and availability) to work. However, paperwork is killing me. Almost makes me wish I was related to someone in power or willing to work on my knees. Or at least had Mischa Barton's team doing the job search. As Case said, her agent must have incriminating photos of somebody. Ugh.

I still don't think it has fully occured to me that I graduated. I attended an alumni event last weekend. It was strange.

Anyway, I am trying. These last few weeks have been much more productive than the first few. The trip through five states (to Cape; Ohio, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri) was a bit of a kickstart. I met real live employed engineers, got a nasty cold and some purses, then drove back east for the repeat of the dull, dull, bland, tiring view of the Heartland. If you've never been and wanted to know, Indiana and Illinois look very much alike: flat, farmy, and empty. There are some pretty parts, but you have to drive through the unpretty parts to get there. It'll be awhile before I get in the car to drive seven hours across Middle America again. I was actually thankful to get back to Cincinnati. Scary. I'm no Lisa Douglas, but I would feel trapped if I had to live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing and at least four hours away from any urban center. I passed exit after exit after exit where the entrance ramps back onto the interstate said Louisville or St. Louis. It was only when I got to I-57 did my options open up to Chicago or Memphis...

Oh well, I had a point that this entry was going to be for, but I ended up talking about my unemployed graudate status, which takes up all of my time these days (it's exhausting... as you can see by the timestamp...), and the driving part of my trip to visit AJ at Diaper U. I don't remember what it was that I was going to make this entry about. I'm no source of news or opinion, so I suppose a point and a format aren't really necessary. Sweet.