Fuck you, google maps!
I found an ad for an office job that asked applicants to just show up to be considered, used google maps to find it and the directions were totally bogus! So I wandered around, never found the place, and came home bitter and crying. I tried another map site and realized it would have been oh so easy from where I was to get there. Now I wonder if I should try again, put on the uncomfortable shoes, waste more gas, use more of my day off, in the off chance that these people will actually deem me worthy of a job with regular hours and weekends or if I should just screw it and resign myself to the fact that although I have a college degree, I am considered unqualified for anything higher than a shitty retail job. It doesn't help that I also have to make my little brother a birthday cake. I hate cooking.
Oh, and in perfect form for the world's biggest fuck up, early in the week I drunk-texted an ex. Now, when I say ex, I mean a guy I never really liked but who, for some reason, was crazy for me and I stuck with for two months because I felt like that made me normal somehow. And now that I accidentally reopened communication, he keeps emailing me and he admitted to reading my LJ so he could be reading this right now, but I do not care. If you are reading this, you-know-who-you-are, please take the hint. I made a mistake in texting you and I do not want you to email me or read my blog.
That probably makes me seem so bitchy and mean. But... he really annoys me and I am not in a place where I feel I can handle extra annoyance.
So I guess I probably will not go back to that place. But I really really really wish I had an office job with regular hours and weekends. I hate retail. I hate standing up all day. I hate the shitty smooth jazz/soft rock music that repeats every day. I hate how customers don't really know what they want but expect you to have it anyways. *cries*
[EDIT]: I ventured out again, found the place, and it turned out to be a tiny little rigging company in the back of a very scary industrial complex, like the setting for the gory climax of a horror movie. I didn't even get out of my car. So, yeah, I wasted a lot of free time and gasoline today. It doesn't really matter I guess. With any luck I will be going to grad school next year and it won't matter what lame, placekeeper jobs I have done so far...
Oh, and in perfect form for the world's biggest fuck up, early in the week I drunk-texted an ex. Now, when I say ex, I mean a guy I never really liked but who, for some reason, was crazy for me and I stuck with for two months because I felt like that made me normal somehow. And now that I accidentally reopened communication, he keeps emailing me and he admitted to reading my LJ so he could be reading this right now, but I do not care. If you are reading this, you-know-who-you-are, please take the hint. I made a mistake in texting you and I do not want you to email me or read my blog.
That probably makes me seem so bitchy and mean. But... he really annoys me and I am not in a place where I feel I can handle extra annoyance.
So I guess I probably will not go back to that place. But I really really really wish I had an office job with regular hours and weekends. I hate retail. I hate standing up all day. I hate the shitty smooth jazz/soft rock music that repeats every day. I hate how customers don't really know what they want but expect you to have it anyways. *cries*
[EDIT]: I ventured out again, found the place, and it turned out to be a tiny little rigging company in the back of a very scary industrial complex, like the setting for the gory climax of a horror movie. I didn't even get out of my car. So, yeah, I wasted a lot of free time and gasoline today. It doesn't really matter I guess. With any luck I will be going to grad school next year and it won't matter what lame, placekeeper jobs I have done so far...