UPDATE
Quick update. Well, somewhat quick update.
- Went to Athens last weekend and simply put...It was a fun; a good distraction. Even though I had very little money, I managed to stretch out the very little bit of money I had as much as I could. Thanks for my friends for even inviting me in the first place, since people don't tend to invite me and sometimes "forget" to invite me or use my shitty memory as an excuse for not inviting me ("We invited you but you must've forgotten"). Maybe they don't invite me places 'cause I am always fucking broke and I complain too much about it and/or someone has to cover me and they're tired of paying for my shit, which is fine and understandable. Either way, thanks to my friends for showing me a good time and keeping me busy and distracted from all the bullshit.
- Broke as shit. I literally have 10 dollars in my name.
- Still unemployed despite visiting various job sites, sending out countless resumes, and visiting several different temp agencies. The only decent prospect, Ritz-Carlton which I had a call back with, sent me a letter that I just got today stating the cliched bullshit, "Thanks for applying, blah, blah, blah. Although you possess skills in many areas, we do not have a position that fits your talent and experience level, blah, blah, blah." It was their nice way of telling me I suck, can't do the job, and shouldn't have wasted any time, breath, or energy even applying or going to the interviews. Figures...only decent job I've applied for and I didn't get it. Geez, the job wasn't even that demanding or difficult so it leads me to ask, how much of inferior and inadequate idiot am i that I can't even get a job answering phones and shit for the Ritz? I'm bound for a low wage job with limited, if any, upward mobility that will probably bore and depress the living shit out of me like my last job. Oh well, as the optimist always says, a shitty paycheck is better than no pay check, even if it means driving you closer and closer to abyssmal pits of depression which can lead to very bad thoughts which could lead to mental numbness to even perform the job and that could lead to maybe cutting or burning oneself to see if you're still alive and capable of feeling anything. But the optimists are right, a shitty paycheck is better than nothing, despite the potential devastating mental and physical ramifications. Even so, I apply for the shitty jobs too and go to the interviews to no avail with those either. What it boils down to is that what everyone says about me is true; I am a whiny bitch. End of story.
- Funny thing is that as I write all of this, I am not all that bummed out or depressed. It feels kinda cool to be right for a change and not getting the Ritz-Carlton job proves what I've been thinking all along...that I am inadequate and inferior in oh so many ways. Like me brother always says, "It feels so good to be right." I guess it does.
- Went to Athens last weekend and simply put...It was a fun; a good distraction. Even though I had very little money, I managed to stretch out the very little bit of money I had as much as I could. Thanks for my friends for even inviting me in the first place, since people don't tend to invite me and sometimes "forget" to invite me or use my shitty memory as an excuse for not inviting me ("We invited you but you must've forgotten"). Maybe they don't invite me places 'cause I am always fucking broke and I complain too much about it and/or someone has to cover me and they're tired of paying for my shit, which is fine and understandable. Either way, thanks to my friends for showing me a good time and keeping me busy and distracted from all the bullshit.
- Broke as shit. I literally have 10 dollars in my name.
- Still unemployed despite visiting various job sites, sending out countless resumes, and visiting several different temp agencies. The only decent prospect, Ritz-Carlton which I had a call back with, sent me a letter that I just got today stating the cliched bullshit, "Thanks for applying, blah, blah, blah. Although you possess skills in many areas, we do not have a position that fits your talent and experience level, blah, blah, blah." It was their nice way of telling me I suck, can't do the job, and shouldn't have wasted any time, breath, or energy even applying or going to the interviews. Figures...only decent job I've applied for and I didn't get it. Geez, the job wasn't even that demanding or difficult so it leads me to ask, how much of inferior and inadequate idiot am i that I can't even get a job answering phones and shit for the Ritz? I'm bound for a low wage job with limited, if any, upward mobility that will probably bore and depress the living shit out of me like my last job. Oh well, as the optimist always says, a shitty paycheck is better than no pay check, even if it means driving you closer and closer to abyssmal pits of depression which can lead to very bad thoughts which could lead to mental numbness to even perform the job and that could lead to maybe cutting or burning oneself to see if you're still alive and capable of feeling anything. But the optimists are right, a shitty paycheck is better than nothing, despite the potential devastating mental and physical ramifications. Even so, I apply for the shitty jobs too and go to the interviews to no avail with those either. What it boils down to is that what everyone says about me is true; I am a whiny bitch. End of story.
- Funny thing is that as I write all of this, I am not all that bummed out or depressed. It feels kinda cool to be right for a change and not getting the Ritz-Carlton job proves what I've been thinking all along...that I am inadequate and inferior in oh so many ways. Like me brother always says, "It feels so good to be right." I guess it does.