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So, jobs.
I need a job. I need a job so much that every day I wake up, and what do I think? I think "I need a job". When I make my one meal a day, I think, "I need a job", and when I look at my Visa bill, I think, "I need a job", and when I see a video game I want or wish I had a better cage for Tatl, I think, "I need a job".
I got another job interview today and I'm attempting to remain optimistic about it. I wrote this faithless prayer in honor of the ants in my pants regarding this issue:
Please, Gods of the Job Hunt, grant me this position to call my very own.
Long has the ramen boiled in a pot that is not mine, long has my tummy rumbled late in the night, and the bread run dry.
Give unto me this menial part time employment so that I might solicit the purchase of greeting cards for all occasions, and small dancing stuffed animals during the holidays.
I ask this of you, and give penance in the form of another hunger-induced headache.
My alternatives remain, now, either get this job or start the application process for Welfare. My college fund has done gone run dry, I say, I say. Now, nothing wrong with getting some income assistance, I guess, but if I could actually be in the work force I'd feel a little bit less like the perpetuation of my shitty statistic.
In lighter news, today is a nice gray day instead of being unbearably hot, which will make going to said interview all the more pleasant. And I love this song. What else? Hmm. I don't know.
Also, warm my eggs.
 Goosies Moosies · Mon Aug 03, 2009 @ 04:28pm · 0 Comments |
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