Patience. Serenity. A Dana craves not these things.

SO I've finally decided to actively search for a new job. And because I don't have the balls or the financial cushion to quit and give myself over to the universe, I'm waiting until I have something lined up before I leave. Which only serves to make each day here... not more unbearable, just more disposable. Apparently, it IS possible for me to care less.

Someone just made popcorn. Dammit. I'm going to smell that for the rest of my shift.

What is it about the smell of popcorn that, in addition to sparking unbearable cravings, travels like nobody's business. And lingers! Oh, the lingering!

Anyhow, now comes the point in a job search when I apply for stuff and maybe never hear from them again, all the while fixating on how great it would be to get that job until the moment I finally decide to give up hope and obsess over another potential job. If I could only adopt the same mentality that I have with casting notices and auditions: just go in, do my best and forget I was ever there. The thing is that I go on more auditions and send out WAY more acting resumes than job interviews so one seems more natural to me than the other.

One of my big problems lies in the fact that I will oftentimes find a handful of great opportunities at once. I think to myself, "These would be great! Hold out for one of these!" And then they fall through. Then it's a while before another handful comes along. In truth, it's been a while since I actively pursued one of these clumps of luck, so this could work out better. All I know now is that I'd REALLY like to hear back from somebody.

Wish me luck, universe.