advancing

The resume first draft - nearly done. Now for the rounds of critique. Everyone will tear it apart, help me put it back together. I like it the way it is, and I wish I could just hand it over to the job overlord, who would then grant me my destined employment, and I could go on my merry way. Not so. After this I will necessarily suffer much humiliation, rejection, disappointment and so on with the gloom. Hmm. (that was a medium loud sigh)

What else? (Thank you for asking) I am supposed to be preparing auditions, for winning a real job as a violist. So divided am I. But, it is progress, one could say. 

Determined

According to Radio Lab, one is set up for success early on in childhood, and they can measure this at age 4 based on whether or not one is able to forgo immediate gratification for bigger rewards later. I wish I had been given the test and could find out if everything were actually going to turn out ok now. I am rewriting my life. Well, at least my resume. I have to show what my brain is like without the viola. I have to find - (gasp!) - a non-music job. Ouch!

I know I can. I know I can. I know I can. I am, hence, determined. But, in this economy, how? I have a list of crazy ideas. Panhandling, dancing, selling stuff on ebay. All soooo creative. How about just plain old job in an office? You should see me typing this. It won't be the thing they hire me for. Anybody need an office violist?

Now is my moment of the day I set aside for resume refining. And THAT is why I am suddenly long-winded on the abandoned blog.

Phooey.