Todays the day. I need to get a job, even if that jobs not in the gaming industry. So I’m heading to the library to print up a resume and apply at a little local chain of mattress stores.
The guy instantly liked me when I went in to do a secret shop for a competing store and offered to hire me on the spot so I figure if I can chat with him he’ll still like me enough to consider me.
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So I was musing to Mags about how somehow in the last few years, after being weirdly unapproachable (and really awkward with children) all my life, I am now often the person that single mothers will approach to take a family photo for them, or small children will abruptly hand their toys off to with no warning.
And then I realized (after a moment, because I rarely get to go out around people anymore except when my dad abducts me for a tiny vacation, so I don't have a lot of normal life to compare that to) that all those experiences actually happened in museums and aquariums and zoos, where I am not more outgoing but I am much brighter and smiling more than usual and almost always sharing random facts with my dad because infodumping is my love language...
And then I realized these people are approaching me because when I am in that specific environment, I am giving off very chill Ms. Frizzle vibes.
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Me irl because I am moving to the most expensive province in Canada next year and I have no industry job but also no experience to acquire such a job
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i am like. chewing on ur shadowpeach. /pos i rly rly love it, im aro and it just makes me SO HAPPY cause they remind me of me and my qpp, but like, if we DIDNT work things out in middle school. they r us but worse fr.
LET’S FUCKING GO GUYS THESE BITCHES ARE
AS FUCK
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Beautiful thing happened today: the guy doing headshots had these brilliant nautical tattoos and I, a known ship nerd, pointed them out and said I thought they were brilliant. And he launched into how for 12 years he worked on a tall ship at one point as the captain. He got all excited telling me about it and asked if I was working on any ships. I said no, but I’d love to, have wanted to ever since I was a kid; he asks if I know so-and-so, to call him and even just being a passenger will get you credit with skippers. And at this point I’m grinning and laughing and I really want to talk more about sailing and historical stuff with this guy. He goes “Right tilt your head this way, you wanna look warm and approachable yet tough for any skippers!” Probably the best headshots I’ll ever get, those smiles were sincere. Then he recommended me his favourite book - its 700 pages and it’s 300 years of historical fiction called “We, The Drowned” which I’m checking out asap because it sounds brilliant
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Trying to find a job as an dog trainer is like:
Text a local trainer acquaintance- “Hey! I hope you’re doing well. I’m unfortunately hunting for a job again. Do you know of any opportunities or have any suggestions? Thanks in advance!”
They respond- “Hey! Hmm, it might be worth reaching out to So-and-so at New R+ Training Facility. I’ve been teaching there since [redacted]. The facility is AMAZING. Just to be transparent, So-and-so is fucking awful, just such a mean person. But she’s always looking for more instructors!”
Just fucking put me out of my misery.
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