The entire thing is hard.
From just trying to find out who's hiring, to walking in and asking for an application . . .

Scratch that.
The hardest part, for me, is the waiting after handing in your application.
Either you call them back and ask if anyone's reviewed your application yet, dreading the thought that they'll say they have and you're not what they're looking for, or you sit by the phone all day, waiting for them to call you in the hopes that your application appealed to them.

But the entire process can be painful, because once you've been invited for an interview, you agonize over what kind of questions they're going to ask, and how you'll answer, all while panicking because you don't have a single suitable thing to wear, and oh god, what if you do that nervous habit thing without realizing it?!

Then, once the interview's over, you might have to wait some more to see whether you made enough of an impression for them to hire you. More agonizing and waiting by the phone, or more agonizing and making phone calls while dreading the crushing rejection.

This is why it's very important to do your job well enough that your bosses don't think of letting you go, so you don't have to go through the process any more than is absolutely necessary.

That would depend on who's trying to force me to choose. Anyone who would try to make someone choose between friends and SOs isn't worth anyone's time, let alone the outcome of that decision.
If it were a life or death situation, and some third party was making me choose who would die, I'd sacrifice myself first, rather than let anyone else die.

Why is this question all over the place all the sudden?!
Geez, it's like the focus for the Gaia main forum board, question of the week in GaiaPolls, plus mentions on the forums of Mistica and Neopets...

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To answer: being able to be invisible while flying.

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Mike and I watched Becoming Jane the other night (no, he didn't want to, but did for me - he gets some brownie points for that).
Definite references to many of the characters who populated her novels. Of the ones I'm familiar with, I recognized:
* The entire Bennet clan, including Mr. Collins
* Mr. Darcy and Lady Catherine
* Mr. Wickham
* Mr. Willoughby
* The Dashwood sisters
* Colonel Brandon
Some of these characters were in one person, rather than each character being represented by a separate person.

This is all I can write for now: it's 2am and I've only seen the movie once. Just wait until I can get a copy of it for myself!

For now, though, I leave you with this quiz:

Which Jane Austen Character are You? (For Females) Long Quiz!!! created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Elinor Dashwood As Marianne's older sister, Elinor lives at the other end of the emotional spectrum. She rarely reveals her intense feelings and is more concerned with being honest and loyal than having what she deserves. Even though her intentions are pure, she sets herself up for loss by constantly placing other people before her own needs. Overall, Elinor is gentle and rational but is just as capable of radical emotions (despite her withholding them) as her sister. Elinor Dashwood 88% Emma Woodhouse 59% Elizabeth Bennet 56% Marianne Dashwood 53% Charlotte Lucas 53% Jane Bennet 50% Lady Catherine 16%

Possibilities.
I definitely need to get the transmission done in my car, which will cost around $100.
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Make the payments on my car and phone for two months.

Open up a savings account to be used strictly for gas money.

Spend it all on my car...
I need to get a major tune-up done.. as well as the transmission.

I think I'll wait until I get it, then figure it out.

Hm. Well, I had a list that I'd made around when I was 19. But . . Well, that list no longer suits my life.
There are a lot of songs that I listen to, so it's hard to pick out a handful from probably well over 200 songs.

One of the songs that definitely makes the list is "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Reason #1 is the movie night of Elizabethtown. It will be played at themarisa's funeral. But reason #2 is also that, if a movie were to be made of my life, there are two places in that movie that it would be played.

"Hand In My Pocket" by Alanis Morissette
"I Saw the Sign" by Ace of Base
"Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" by Green Day
"The World I Know" by Collective Soul
"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day
"A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos
"Fighter" by Christina Aguilera
"When the Sand Runs Out" by Rascal Flatts
"The Boys Are Back In Town" by Thin Lizzy
"Low Rider" by WAR
"Megalomaniac" by Incubus
"All I Want Is a Life" by Tim McGraw
"What About Now" by Daughtry
"Hanging By A Moment" by Lifehouse

These are just a few. There are likely many more, but my memory can only call up so many titles at one time. Whether singly, in pairs, or threes, they all represent periods in my life as well as a bit of the diversity of my taste in music.
I may just keep adding songs here as time progresses.
We shall see!

I was four years old. I wanted a nice red dress with white fur trim, just like Mrs. Claus. I even wrote directly to Mrs. Claus (as a pre-school assignment . . .) and drew a picture.
Christmas day came and I got a pack of markers.
It wasn't even a conscious, worded thought like others seem to have had. It was just a puzzling kind of disillusionment.

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Well, I worked Black Friday.
That gave me the grumps for the holiday.
But tonight, after baking cookies because I couldn't afford to buy gifts, I went outside to relieve my body of the heat of the oven. The sky tonight is so clear, and the moonlight is dim. Almost optimal viewing conditions for all the stars that are out this season.
The Big Dipper holds steady, and somewhere near it is Draco, who circles true North with Polaris at the end of his tail. Orion stands guard above the western horizon, slowly chasing the seven Sisters as they retreat with the autumn.
Each in their place, the stars all twinkle and wink at me, and in the cold, semi-silence of a winter night, it seems almost like magic. My nose surely red with cold, my legs freezing, I kept standing there, staring at the sky. In the back of my mind, music began to whisper, "o holy night, the stars are brightly shining . . ."
It was calming, peaceful. Comforting.
I was reminded again, of why the holidays are celebrated.
No, not because Jesus was born. No, not because the oil lasted eight days.
Because even in the midst of winter - in the middle of the shortest, coldest, most deadly days of the year, there is light.
Millenia ago, as summer gave way to winter, humans grieved, some mutilating themselves to show the gods that they would do such penance in order for the gods to bring back the spring and the light. They gathered together to take part in ritual sacrifices: an offering to the gods in the hope that the spring would return.
In the Dark Age, druidic pagans celebrated the death of the old god, and the birth of the new, as a symbol of renewal, the hope and faith that the deathly winter would recede with the death of the old god, and the birth of the new god herald the coming of the spring.
Soon Christians celebrated the birth of their god in these same months: the symbol of Hope in a time of darkness.
In years long gone, human kindness was all that could be depended on for survival. During the deadliest winters of the medieval times - the darkest decade of their time - human kindness - human compassion - never died. They kept the hope alive amongst themselves, that the dark days would end, and with the end of the little ice age, light would come, and prosperity, and health.
In the middle of the darkest part of the year, humans gather together to offer companionship, giving toasts to the simple things in life: the bonds of friendship and family, the strength of human goodness, and the light of Hope.