My resume has never done me a damn bit of good. Oh, maybe I'll be called in for the occasional interview, but it inevitably turns into a train wreck of epic proportions. The phone rings, someone offers me a job. For a while, I think they're joking, then I remember my desperation and take it, no matter how stupid and demeaning it is.
Desperation can turn a man into the stupidest animal on earth.
It's been ten months now since my silly sense of personal honor forced me to leave my last job. I think that's a new record. A few possibilities popped up along the way. I applied to be a box boy at my favorite liquor store for five bucks an hour. Was called in for an interview at Spring Street Books, but it turns out I wasn't hip enough to work there.