Applying for a job

Like most people, I hate hospitals. But most of all, it is the dentist's that I dread. A couple of months ago when I found that I had some cavities, I was faced with one of the responsibilities of being an adult: making an appointment with the dentist on my own. To be frank, I had never taken an appointment with the dentist myself, nor gone there on my own. But life of an adult is cruel. I couldn't even afford to whine. All I could think about was how much more it would hurt if I didn't go as soon as possible. When I heard that the appointment could only be in a month, I felt a bit relieved. But the day came eventually and I found myself waiting at a white room, sweating like a pig. Time passed so slowly when all kinds of threatening tools were digging and cleaning inside my mouth, never failing to tense all my muscles with that sharp, terrifying noise. After what seemed like an hour of keeping my mouth open, I thought it was finally over. When I came out, however, what awaited me was a 450 euros bill. As soon as I came back home, I started to look for a job as if I have just realized that living a life was so expensive. How could I have been so naïve? I wanted to find a job that entailed at least a bit of writing. Something I could do online but also something that could allow me to go out and meet people. While searching for things on the Internet without much success, an idea came to me: 'I could probably write for an online magazine.' Then I could go interview people or and take pictures and write about it afterwards. So I looked for online magazines and found one that had many articles on art, travel, food, and people. Every article had nice photos and I liked how they were organized. I found out that they were looking for oversea correspondents so I decided to give it a try. All they wanted was an email introducing myself. So that's what I did, trying to be simple but not forgetting to point out the details that might interest them. I don't want to expect too much since the amount of expectation equals the amount of disappointment you feel if you are rejected. For me who has been only rejected ever since moving to a new city, it is hard to pretend it is okay even if they don't answer. I do hope it could work. Wish me luck.

xx

Liz