I've used the proceeds of my dead-end service job to pay for a new, cheaply-made Chinese printer. Now I can endlessly send resume after resume, occasionally adding a cover letter that will no doubt impress the poor soul who has to deal with the never ending tide of applications for any job in this area, no matter how menial and pointless. It seems to work well, at least for the time being. My luck with printers has not been good. Ever since I left the dot matrix world for the glamorous and fast paced (not to mention quieter- god those dot matrix beasts were loud) arena of inkjet printing. The real irony is that the very first dot matrix printer I bought over ten years ago would probably print as well now as it ever did, if I only bought a new ribbon for it. Maybe I should do that, just for some wierd, geeky kicks. . .

At times, sending those resumes seems like an excercise in futility. I can never tell for sure if the places I apply to feel as if I'm too educated, or not educated enough. Or too inexperienced. Its the lack of feedback that really troubles me. Its as if they all get sent to some massive back office that simply shreds them and turns them into some eco-friendly mulch for the west coast. Its the adult equivalent of sending letters to Santa Claus. Only this time, your parents aren't able to hide a six-figure salary in the attic until Christmas.