Is it wrong to love kitchen utensils?

Dear Santa,

I just wanted to let you know: I am in love with the microplane zester you left in my stocking. Y'know, this one:

I finally had a reason to use it last weekend, and it was phenomenal. Previously, if I wanted to zest some citrus, I had to use my box grater. Which kind of works. Except for the fact that it'd be super easy to scrape my fingers, and it takes for-EVER to zest anything, and I can only ever get about 30% of the zest out from between the pointy bits. (And I'm a scientist, so you know that 30% is super accurate.)

So, yeah, I zested half a lemon the other day... and it took like 30 seconds. For reals. It was amazing.

Yesterday, in continuing my affair with the zester, I made some lemon cupcakes from this recipe. And I can't stop eating them. Every time I pick one up, I know I'll get a couple minutes of tasting sunshine and happiness!! And that wouldn't be happening without you.

Thanks so much!!
-Katherine

I guess technically I'm just dragging the pain out even longer when I procrastinate

Dear person who invented cover letters,

Why? Why would you do this to me?! I mean, I honestly thought that after I finished applying to grad school I would never have to write anything like a personal statement ever again. Oh, how wrong I was. Now, every single job I apply for requires a cover letter, which is really just a thinly veiled personal statement about how I'm so awesome the company would be ridiculously dense not to hire me. And I get even less space to write about my awesomeness! At least in a personal statement I had a whole page to work with, if not more. In a cover letter I get one really good paragraph, at most, because the introductory and concluding stuff (not to mention the formatting) take up so much space.

Actually, I should probably be upset with whoever makes the rules about resumes, too. A one-page limit? Not cool. If I could have more than a page, then I could highlight my pertinent experiences from each job or internship right on the resume, instead of having to separate it into a completely different document. But no, as someone still in school, I should clearly only have one page worth of stuff. Hmph.

Basically, job hunting is evil. That's my conclusion. (Seriously, who in their right mind doesn't want to hire someone who just spent 2 years looking at black fly chromosomes? A crazy person, obviously! I should have job offers all over the place!)

(Well, except for that pesky 9%-unemployment-rate thing that's going on. Ugh.)

Frustratedly,

Katherine