I've grown to hate applying for jobs. After god knows how many failures, even the thought of filling out an application makes my stomach queasy. This one, however, is a decent opportunity with a park I was interviewed by in the past. Location sucks, but is to be expected when one applies for park service jobs.

( Just an update... )

I must not hope. Hope is the mind-killer. Hope is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

Mom, Dad...

I know you want me to be successful. God knows you want at least one of your children to be successful ( Read more... )

My parents have called me twice today. Considering the voicemail this morning was mostly just "Do you have a job yet?" I'm not particularly interested in speaking with them right now. My headspace is freaky, the least little thing either sets me off or sends me into tears, and I really don't want to have to spend fifteen minutes explaining this ( Read more... )

I need a shrink again ( Read more... )

( I was wondering when this would rear its ugly head again. )

So I had applied for a position at a natural pet food/pet supply store in Sugarland ( Read more... )

Good news...I landed a second job at the pizza place near TPS. This means my next paycheck will go to getting me the fuck out of this house. Yay! The jobs starts a little more than I was budgeting for, but I'll likely be working nights later in the week and Sundays, which kinda blows, as I'd rather just work solid nights and still have two days ( Read more... )

I need to be walked, but it's dark and FUCKING COLD.

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In other news, Operation GTFO has been delayed by my inability to find a second job. I can only guess that it's because they don't need anyone when I'm available to work.