You should hire me...

Right after deplaning in Jackson after three months down south, I learned that I didn't really have my job anymore. You know, I still have it, but just not really. The job that I moved back to Jackson for. The job that I was with the understanding that I would still have when I got back. The job that I basically molded with my own hands.

This news came as more of a causal side note, made by my cousin and previous employer, than a statement made with gravity, as it should have been. There just isn't enough money to pay me...

So with that news I am jumping back into the ever exciting job search that is Jackson Hole. Now let's recap...
I can't work for Eddie Bauer, or JoJo's Cafe - been there and done that and quit prematurely. whoops.
As a rule I should probably stay away from all women's clothing stores. They all seem to be old lady and depressing. I'm also not allowed to apply at the animal adoption center. Or adopt a dog for that matter.
Rejection can be a bitch, but there's no harm in trying twice. I'll probably apply to cloudveil again and maybe teton mountaineering. and Shades - a coffee shop. I stalked Shades for a while. I will probably do it again. Making my daily telephone call to see if they are hiring. and I'll probably go in with my resume at least twice.

So here I go again. I've started the job hunt! With the energy and enthusiasm that is a reflection of how excited I am to get a new job! Well, I will start the job hunt. Very soon. So far I've kinda worked on my resume. Opened the telephone book to find potential employers, filed a claim for my sunglass lenses, ordered new bike locks for my car, went to the Driggs music on main, thought about signing up with Netflix - weighed the pros and cons, sat in the park for 2 hours, oh...and started to blog again.

now although this picture is a reaction to the 8 Dutch people Christina and I were stuck with for 5 days on our hike to Machu Picchu, I feel it can be applied to this situation too.