I’ve been typing all day. Not a story, though I guess it could be considered storytelling. I’ve been applying for remote positions through Indeed. I am attempting to communicate all the skills I’ve learned on my journey as an independent artist and furthermore how they make me qualified for writer and booking agent positions. I am trying to be concise and patient enough to send a cover letter full of errors for a writing position. Honestly, I despise the job application process. It’s not that I don’t like to work. I love to stay busy especially doing something that I either enjoy or don’t have to be mentally present to get paid. I really enjoy mindless tasks and I really hate online applications. Especially the ones with assessments on whether you would retaliate if you hate the job. I filled out a 54 question survey to clean fish in Alaska for $11 an hour. They asked me a million times have I ever went to work high and if I have ever lied. It’s just dumb. It’s not like you can explain yourself. You fill in a bubble and hope they interpret “I disagree” or “I strongly agree” as your human but still qualified to gut friggin fish. I usually don’t even apply to online applications because I am so bad at the assessments. At some point, I get aggravated and just starting clicking bubbles then vow to never shop there because they wasted a half an hour of mine.
Anyways, I decided to take a break from sending out applications because I decided I want to put up a post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I am slowly working my way back into the soul-sucking world of social media. I’ve been trying to figure out ways to build up a following and regular post schedule that isn’t daunting and inauthentic. I really would like to just live off my music but it takes work especially if it’s just you doing it. I still have bills and limited capacity so I’m just taking my time and focusing on honoring the commitment I made to myself. The next step is to buy a fishing pole.