Sleepless in Atlanta

I am exhausted, but I can't sleep. I close eyes, and all I see are job descriptions and my resume. There is this overwhelming feeling that there is work I need to get done, so I can't relax to sleep. I look up potential jobs to apply to the next day, but that's still not suitable to get my body to chill. And as if that isn't enough, the to-do list of everything else I need to get done plays in my head on a loop. It's times like this that I really want to talk to someone but, of course, everyone is asleep. They are asleep and I am awake. 

They say when you can't sleep, God is trying to tell you something. I'm no theologian, but I think God is trying to tell me to get off my a$!. And I get it, but I know God also knows that I'm nothing, nothing without sleep. Yesterday, I checked the time and it was 11am and I had my computer set up to work. Before I knew it, I was being woken up from a two hour nap I didn't intend to take. I feel like I'm all over the place, probably because I am. Once I finish blogging, I guess I will sweep my floor. Why not? It's not like I'm sleeping. 

My inability to find another job has me feeling hopeless, to say the least. All I want to do is hide under the bed and eat.
I can not fit under the bed, but I am eating like never before, shoving junk down my throat without really chewing it. I am assuming I have gained weight because I bought a new pair of pants and they barely made it past my thighs.
For the sake of my already alarming unhealthiness and ever-expanding waistline, I need a second job...QUICK!

Will Work for Work

Today, after being driven to a state of hopelessness over finding a second job, I began to email my cover letter and resume to different companies in the Atlanta area that I would like to work at. Seriously, I just Googled and emailed, Googled and emailed. I HOPE that one of the companies takes pity on my desperateness and at least calls me in for an interview. If not, I will have to start getting people fired on purpose then applying for their jobs. Hey, by any means necessary.

Uncle Asshole

After a ten minute convo with my uncle the other day I came to a conclusion: he is an asshole.
I called him because I saw that his employer was hiring, and seeing that he is pretty high up in this company and I need a part-time job, I wanted him to give me a recommendation. It would have been super if he could have gotten me an interview. What a joke.
Background on this uncle: he is my mom's brother, but did not live near me when I was growing up. Spending 110% of my time with my grandma, listening to her talk about her children, I get the feeling that he was my granny's favorite, which is why it is so surprising that he is such a self-important prick.
Basically, he calls me and tells me that he can not oblige. His name is big with this company, and he didn't need me coming in and embarrassing him. Mind you, he has a corporate position and I would have been a PT administrative assistant. He said he could not do it if he wanted to, which is a lie. He said he feared I would blow up at my managers if I made a mistake, which is a lie. He pretty much thinks that I am this drunken loud party girl which is again, a LIE! I would love to tell you how he formed this opinion, seeing that I have only been around him a hand full of times, but I can't. After replaying our convo in my mind where he insulted my personality and work ethic, all I have came up with is that he is an asshole. Plain and simple.
I guess it's true: no one can stunt your growth like family.

Competition Burn Out

Can I just say that I am tired of competing?!
In grade school I had to compete for friends with girls who always brought candy to class and threw cool birthday parties. In middle school I had to compete for a boyfriend amongst girls with dookie braids and fat booties, just to end up with the boy who later confessed to being gay. Now, in the workplace, I find myself competing with a woman who is not even qualified for my position. But I am one to give credit when credit is due. She is pretty. And she might be dating my boss.
Question: Can a sweet chub like myself catch a break?
I am guessing that the answer is no, because as a new arrival on the corporate scene, this sort of thing happens around me, if not to me, all the time. Does no one value substance and criterion anymore?
I already know the answer to that one. Just blowing off steam.