Contenty, the 8th Dwarf

My mom says I shouldn't be grumpy, which made me think of Grumpy the dwarf (duh).  She's right; no one wants to read about someone who complains all the time--although FML seems to have done okay for itself, but that's beside the point--and anyway, I'm really not grumpy in real life.

So in an effort to become Contenty rather than Grumpy, I present you some funny stories about job searching:

[crickets chirping]

Hmmm.  Coming up a little short on that.  The truth of the matter is, there's not a whole lot of fun to be had in the job hunt.

I think this is especially true in the Age of the Internet.  Back in the day, maybe I could have gotten a kick out of putting my interview suit on and charging a business I liked, refusing to leave the office until I had a job offer, etc.  I suppose I could still do this, but to be honest with you, I can't even figure out where the offices of some of the companies I'm looking at are located.  We are so entrenched in technology that written applications are discouraged!  Saves me stamp money, I guess, but aren't we missing out on the feel of resumes printed on special heavy paper with the expensive ink setting?  The satisfaction of sealing that envelope and being proud of its contents?  The "submit application" click doesn't taste like anything and leaves me distinctly unsure of whether my carefully typed cover letter went anywhere at all.  At least the slam on the blue mailbox cover makes you feel like, at minimum, the mailman will look at your application.

And here I am whining again.  I'd prefer to call it being nostalgic.  I swear, I'm Contenty, not Grumpy.

PS: Yes, I know there is a dwarf named Happy, but I prefer Contenty because being Happy all the time would somehow cheapen the experience of true joy, I think.  So there.