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So… I’m sitting here, asking myself why I logged into this blog to write something that must’ve been so interesting then, but somehow doesn’t seem that intriguing now. Bah.

Anywayz.

Writing a motivational letter to a job agency is so…. Bringing up all sorts of disturbing emotions to me right now.  I feel like such a douchbag when I write these letters sometimes. But I’ll have to if I want to find a new job. Sure, I call the job agencies too but in the end most of them all would like a to see what writings skills one has to promote themselves as the best catch a company could ever hope for.

The letter has to make the reader want to invite you. It should make them eager to meet you. It has to be convincing enough to make the reader want to read passed the unwritten line of insanity you suffer from.

Insanity, which is shown once you start praising yourself in the letter. You mention all your best assets (adding a picture of yourself helps). Once they read all of that bullshit, they have to WANT to invite you. So you come up with the silliest ways to describe just how awesome you are. Just to make them think you are at least interesting enough for a face-to-face speed date with ten other suckers just like you waiting in line to suck someone’s ass with pure devotion just to get hired for another shitty job.

And what supposed qualities do you have worth praising for? The long list of jobs you’ve jumped in and out of during the past decade? The fact that you are able to stay witty and charming yet delusional could be considered a gift. But then there’s the amends you make to show how flexible you are;  that you don’t mind working overtime for a shitty salary and even if your left leg spontaneously fell off you’d still run a thousand miles to please the boss or a random customer. That you’d do whatever necesarry to get the job done, even if it means going passed yourself.

You’re basically saying you’d like to crawl through whatever sewers they’d like you to. With that, you admit you have no life and that you therefore eagerly would devote yourself into being the best thing the company ever acquired. Another mindless slave. I wish I were a Ninja Turtle…

How sad. *cough*

With all of this bullshit to lure the job agency in your written word, the letter almost feels like toilet paper… Well, it sure makes me want to wipe my ass with it. Most of it is exaggerated, the rest of it are lies. Just to get hired. Just so one can afford living in that crappy shithole of an appartment. Bah.

Note to self: I have absolutely no idea where I was going with this… I better move on and pretend to know what I am writing now.*

Aside from writing letters to apply for jobs, trying to contact my current job agency to ask whether he has come up with a possible way to solve this issue with my boss in a discrete manner and yet keep me hired. I’m still called in sick, so I could go back there. All in fairness, I do need a job.

But to get my mind of things, I’ll be painting some more again. Haven’t been able to do any paintings for a while and it’s starting to itch.

Yesterday I went shopping for more supplies. Felt a bit bummed out when I tried looking for new sheets to paint on for my Treasure Trap Paintings and wasn’t able to find the right ones anywhere. I’ve got like a dozen empty cigarette packs that still need to be put to use. But I prefer making the series on sheets of similar size or at least have ‘m all be rectangular instead of square. I don’t know why, it just somehow feels more logical to me in that order.

The order of things… *drifts off*

note to self: that morrocon  stuff is amazing. I love this country.

I’m also thinking of other painting projects. Somehow I can’t stop thinking about black pigs, dragons and pink elephants for a theme. And maybe some rabbits. Yeah, am so gonna have lots of fun making those.

Aside from thinking about what stuff I’d like to paint after I finish writing in this blog, I’m thinking about checking out this Fantasy Fair in April with some friends. Ever been to one of those? People dress up like a fantasy character and they have all these activities and things to see. I think I am so going to pee my pants when I can see an actual LARP match.

They hold the Fantasy Fair at a real castle and the pictures on their website sure made me curious. They even have their own “anthem”. Would be hysterical to experience that for a day!

My friend and I have been thinking about going to one of those for years. But that would mean we’d have to travel by public transportation dressed as an elf. Would be hilarious to do sometime.

This year, The Fantasy Fair is all about Hobbits & Dwarfs. I have no idea how to dress up like a dwarf. I mean, yeah I’ve played World of Warcraft and the Hobbit saga are airing in movie theaters everywhere for the coming decade. I know what they look like, kind of like vikings with enormous beard. Hmmm…  Then again,  I don’t really feel like dressing up like Frodo… Maybe I could just dress up like a post-modern dwarf ? Wear got a baggy neon colored outfit and a t-shirt or a chain with the phrase “Gangsta Midget” on it. And maybe with this gigantic hoodie too.

Or I could just get myself a monkey suit.

Oh man, would so wear that Gangsta Midget shirt on a regular basis. I love T-shirts with funny prints. Like my Elmo Glitter shirt which looks awesome with my spiked color and my Spongebob shirt, which look best with khaki shorts for that Spongebob feeling.

Speaking of funny T-Shirts. I was listening to “When They Come For Me” last night, while wandering through New Vegas on my Xbox 360. I love that song, sounds great when you’re running for a horde of smurf mutants, while you’re running out of stimpaks and only have a bbgun with ammo.

Couldn’t feel more pumped up and hysterical already once I found a missile launcher right at the moment where Mike Shinoda goes; “Try the ketchup mothafucka” in the song. (I know it’s an old and corny joke by now but it’s still cracking me up, so. I guess you’d have to be a gamer to understand the rush I had and can hardly describe once I nuked all the mutants XD.

Then I thought; How cool would it be to have a shirt like that? With the phrase “try the ketchup, mothafucka”. And what-a-ya-know, someone actually came up with a shirt like that a while ago. I doubt if I want to spend 20 bucks on it, ex shipping. But I’d definitely wear it XD

Or maybe I should print my own version? Print it on a pair of panties and wearing it during my monthly cycle. Now that would bring a morbid meaning to the phrase, though. How disturbing. *facepalm*

note to self: log off. you lost it.

I better go splat some paint on a cheap canvas.