Since I have nothing better to do....
It's becoming rather clear that I won't be a getting a decent job anytime soon. I think that at this point I have become rather desensitized to all the wordless rejection notices that have come my way. To all those with decent jobs, go away, far, far, far away. This is not meant for you.
So, in order to further develop my degree's, all of which to this date have proven to be utterly useless, I decided that I'm going to apply for a PhD. Why, cause my life is that #$%# pathetic that I have nothing better to do. In order to apply I have to write research proposal. This in itself means that I have to come up with an idea and then research it, etc. Takes awhile. Gives me something to do in between waiting for my next rejection notice that never comes. Then I figured, if I get in, I can apply for grants and scholarships to fill in the time between the next bout of rejection letter silence.
By the time the research commitee's all reject my grant proposals and I realise that I have no funds to return for my utterly useless PhD, I'm bound to have found a job as a checkout clerk at my local supermarket. I'm so glad that I invested in my future. It really was my dream to go get two masters degree's so that I could use my diploma's as TP while working next to the highschool dropout at the local IHOP.
Edit: Not a good mood makes a cold, pms and the outside world. Everything that moves is pissing me off today. Be still, very still....
So, in order to further develop my degree's, all of which to this date have proven to be utterly useless, I decided that I'm going to apply for a PhD. Why, cause my life is that #$%# pathetic that I have nothing better to do. In order to apply I have to write research proposal. This in itself means that I have to come up with an idea and then research it, etc. Takes awhile. Gives me something to do in between waiting for my next rejection notice that never comes. Then I figured, if I get in, I can apply for grants and scholarships to fill in the time between the next bout of rejection letter silence.
By the time the research commitee's all reject my grant proposals and I realise that I have no funds to return for my utterly useless PhD, I'm bound to have found a job as a checkout clerk at my local supermarket. I'm so glad that I invested in my future. It really was my dream to go get two masters degree's so that I could use my diploma's as TP while working next to the highschool dropout at the local IHOP.
Edit: Not a good mood makes a cold, pms and the outside world. Everything that moves is pissing me off today. Be still, very still....