At my going away happy hour thing someone asked how long I was planning to take off before looking for a new job. “That’s it? Take a month, at least.”
Today marks 3 months.
My former manager offered to review my resume when I finally got tired of hiatus-ing. I sent it to them last week.
So now I’ve got a resume I can send out or whatever one does with those things these days. Put it on LinkedIn, I guess. I’ll worry about that when I get back from Sweden.
Every YouTube video I’ve watched on ‘traveling to Sweden’ or 'how to speak Swedish’ or 'what have I gotten myself into with this whole Sweden thing’ has included a line about how almost everyone in Sweden speaks English so just go with that, no really, it’s fine. So there’s that.
Extended versions of the above have been on my mind a lot lately. I thought I’d worked through it all and settled on a plan, but apparently there’s something I’m missing.
I was hoping this concert would distract me for a while, but since I wrote most of this out between the penultimate and ultimate bands, I guess that didn’t work out.
The talking smoke detector with an overactive imagination also didn’t work out. It may have been murderized after thinking there was a fire between 2 and 5 am for the fourth time in a month.
so ive been seeing this meme “meet the artist” go around for a bit now and ive always avoided it because acknowledging my existence makes me incredibly anxious but today i decided to fight it and do a this little thing
drawing myself was the hardest but im glad i did the challenge
(i never realised how much pink stuff i own)
((and im so sorry about my handwriting!! but yeah i thought maybe my followers would appreciate knowing who i am and stuff so! yeah!))