You know the kind where you have to put how much money you've made and how much you'd like to make?
Well, there are big differences between the two for me. And it looks totally crazy. Because I list my stipends from school--which are like half salaries.
But without explaining it includes tuition and the like, it looks like I made less than minimum wage.
Together with the references--I fucked up and put the same people I put for supervisors--I must look totally insane.
Ah, the indignities of looking for employment.
Couple this with my anxiety of asking for the money I think I need, which seems astronomical to me... I couldn't sleep last night thinking about it.
And crazy stress dreams.
It got so bad I went for a run this morning at five. And that was mortifying too. I haven't been running in a year and I smoke close to a pack a day. One and a half miles nearly killed me.
When I was manic, I could run seven miles six times a week and still smoke.
Ah, the joys of mania.
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