Once again, Joel is too stupid to be allowed
You know, I almost allowed myself to hope, to dare to dream, to dare to even think about expecting something good to happen. I almost had myself believing that I could get a proper job. Thank you, reality, for crashing into me with the force of a student riot.
Remember me mentioning this receptionist job my father was putting me in for? Well, turns out they thought my CV was crap and I got rejected. I'm obviously too fucking retarded to have a normal job with normal pay - I'm so stupid I obviously cannot possibly be considered for a position even in a company for which my father is the managing director. They didn't even want an interview - they saw no point in it. So the Finland trip is on shaky ground - I have no idea how I'm going to be able to save up for it. I'm not buying any new DW figures before the trip, that's for sure. (Not unless something I really want comes out, but I think they've released everything good now, besides classic companions and I have a suspicion a box set will be out eventually...)
And today was a shit day at the café too. It's been a monumentally shit week of shit things happening over and over again. The new girl is not helping. She seemed to think I'd made up the Green Party, even after I showed her the website and a BBC article about Caroline Lucas, she asked if it was a joke party. That's something that pisses me off about her - whenever you try to make a serious statement, she just says 'oh, that's so funny' and refuses to accept things as an issue. She called the students who were rioting 'cry babies'. Now, even the misogynistic dick that is the chef guy at least engages and recognises a political opinion and, while he may not agree, at least knows what it is. My hope is that she is simply trying to avoid confrontation on any issues.
I suspect, by the by, that chef guy has warned her against bringing up some of her bullshit beliefs with me (I have heard, on numerous occasions, her explain to customers that she 'believes in dreams' and 'following your dreams can make miracles happen' and so on and so forth, not to mention the star signs). Given my less than kind approach to bullshit and lies of any kind, I can understand why someone would want to avoid a deconstruction of a false belief that they've convinced themselves is important to them. Comforting lies, apparently, trump the cold truth. But I will not bring it up unless confronted with it - I don't want to come across as too much of a dick.
I'm getting side tracked...
The café is cold, it stinks of coffee and the three customers a day tend to treat me like a retarded child. Given my above comments, perhaps they are not wrong. Get treated like shit for long enough and you can start to believe that you may, in fact, be shit.
Remember me mentioning this receptionist job my father was putting me in for? Well, turns out they thought my CV was crap and I got rejected. I'm obviously too fucking retarded to have a normal job with normal pay - I'm so stupid I obviously cannot possibly be considered for a position even in a company for which my father is the managing director. They didn't even want an interview - they saw no point in it. So the Finland trip is on shaky ground - I have no idea how I'm going to be able to save up for it. I'm not buying any new DW figures before the trip, that's for sure. (Not unless something I really want comes out, but I think they've released everything good now, besides classic companions and I have a suspicion a box set will be out eventually...)
And today was a shit day at the café too. It's been a monumentally shit week of shit things happening over and over again. The new girl is not helping. She seemed to think I'd made up the Green Party, even after I showed her the website and a BBC article about Caroline Lucas, she asked if it was a joke party. That's something that pisses me off about her - whenever you try to make a serious statement, she just says 'oh, that's so funny' and refuses to accept things as an issue. She called the students who were rioting 'cry babies'. Now, even the misogynistic dick that is the chef guy at least engages and recognises a political opinion and, while he may not agree, at least knows what it is. My hope is that she is simply trying to avoid confrontation on any issues.
I suspect, by the by, that chef guy has warned her against bringing up some of her bullshit beliefs with me (I have heard, on numerous occasions, her explain to customers that she 'believes in dreams' and 'following your dreams can make miracles happen' and so on and so forth, not to mention the star signs). Given my less than kind approach to bullshit and lies of any kind, I can understand why someone would want to avoid a deconstruction of a false belief that they've convinced themselves is important to them. Comforting lies, apparently, trump the cold truth. But I will not bring it up unless confronted with it - I don't want to come across as too much of a dick.
I'm getting side tracked...
The café is cold, it stinks of coffee and the three customers a day tend to treat me like a retarded child. Given my above comments, perhaps they are not wrong. Get treated like shit for long enough and you can start to believe that you may, in fact, be shit.