Well, still no news from the dream jobs I found and applied for. I'm starting to worry. Some of them really sounded like a good catch. Too good to be true, I guess.
And I seriously don't wanna teach. It gives me the creeps. I didn't learn English from a teacher, I have no knowledge about tenses and whatever other grammar thingies English has. I just know how to speak, translate and that's it.
Not to mention that I *hate* to teach. It's like you are forcefully pushed in front of many people watching your every move. It's creepy.
What I want is A: marrying some old billionaire; B: getting a nice quiet job translating; or C: getting an IT help desk job.
I never felt comfortable being observed by people. No, if you need someone who loves to be watched, I can offer my friend. She loves to be seen and looked at. Me, I just wanna meld into the background and enjoy my life.
That reminds me... I need a job before I even think about dating. I'm not going to date a guy before I get myself a nice job. I'm too stressed out as I am, waiting for people to call me back. I'd be spitting back and throwing up body parts if someone tried to date me. (Wait, I do that in normal circumstances too... Oops. Oh well.)
You know... this is the best torture ever, invented by the 21st century. Yay for job searching.
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