What the FUCK??
When a potential employer calls and asks you to be an employee, you generally assume that means you're hired. Well, that's what I thought, anyway, when the Kids R Kids daycare center called me over breaks. I had all these fantasies about how I'd quit Panera. Then, this morning, sick as I am, I got up at the crack of dawn to run my license and social security card to my new boss, only to find she'd once again looked over my resume and come to the belated conclusion that my availability was unacceptable. So, crushed and furious, I drove my sick body to Panera to copy down my demanding schedule for the week. Fuck. I am literally sick and tired, and I hate constantly losing. The good life is dangled just out of my reach by God or Fate--take your pick. It's sick and I hate it, but tomorrow the sun will come up and I'll go make an ass out of myself once again believing that the world is great and things will get better. Ha.