Give and Take

There is no such thing as perfect is there? Brittany and I thought we had found the perfect apartment for the perfect price. Little did we know that the rent was so low because our apartment doubles as an icebox in the winter and gets about an hour (if we're lucky) of sunlight per day. What we don't pay for in rent, we make up for in gas and electric. Is there a perfect guy out there? Even the hunky Brad Pitt left his wife for another woman. And the so-close-to-perfect-it's-scary George Clooney isn't even married... wonder why?

Now that I've graduated, I'm on my search for the perfect job; at least that's what it was a few months ago. Now I'm just searching for a job. I actually was offered a job by a very prestigious law firm. Great pay, benefits, vacation, PTO... sounds kind of perfect right? Wrong. They wanted me to work 5pm to 2am. Leaving downtown Pittsburgh at 2am? Nothing perfect about that.
So I thought I found the perfect job today. I had an interview with a small newspaper for a journalist position - perfect! Here's the rub - I went in to their office for the interview this morning. I use the word office there very loosely. Their office consisted of three desks shoved into the corners of a very small, I repeat, very small room. The end. Oh, don't let me forget the storage room. I also use that term very loosely. When I say storage room, I mean room for their garbage. I would say they had everything in there except the kitchen sink... but there was even a sink in there. Great.

If anyone finds anything out in the world they think is perfect, please let me know. I've only found 2 things to cure my depression right now - chocolate and ice cream. And in the gravest of situations - chocolate ice cream. Even the delicious Ben and Jerry's I'm enjoying right now is 260 calories per serving. Yummo

I am available for personal interview any time. Please contact me at annemwatkinson@gmail.com. Only perfect companies need reply.