Jan 24, 2009 14:04
A positive aspect of the ol' unemployment gag is that I now have the ability to spot a rejection notice from a mile away.
If I think an interview goes well, I don't get hired. If I think an interview goes just okay, I don't get hired. I really haven't felt like I've had a bad interview, but I bet I still wouldn't get hired if I had. Honestly, I don't even know where to go from here. Scratch that, I'm going to go live in a tent in the fucking desert. I know that people are already doing that. We're going to have our own broke and jobless community, and when we open up our own school, maybe then I'll be able to get a fucking job in education.
EDIT: WaMu just tried calling me for the third time today, and instead of ignoring as per usual, I answered because I was going to vent. "Hello? You want money? I was just rejected from ANOTHER job today. Let me tell you about how much money I have. . ."
Instead,
Catfish: "Hello?"
WaMu: *click*
unemployment,
wamu