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Delirium (di lir` iem) n. a condition of the mind, as during insanity, in which one is restless and keeps thinking and talking wildly.
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January 21, 2001

Almost as Fun as Welfare

I don't understand why people have to go through so much hell just to get a job in a stinkin' $5.25/hour paying job. Why can't they just let you go in, say "hi, I'm broke, and would like money. I hear you need to give people money in exchange for manual labor. I think we should talk. Let's discuss this in your office over a cappuccino and biscotti."
Trying to find a job sucks; I applied at a couple of places already, and neither of them got back to me. I have a job interview tomorrow at a place that I *really* don't want to work at, but will just for the sake of having cash. I already had to blow a bunch of money on a stupid white shirt (and a white undershirt seeing how white is so bloody see-through...yet another reason why I never wear white, normally), and I have to wear a friggin' pair of heels since my boots apparently aren't good enough for them. All this just for the interview process; can't wait to have to wear it everyday I work provided I get the job. In one sense, I would love to be able to work again (I actually do enjoy working...I know, scary), but on the other side, I just don't want to work in retail. I don't want to work with people who will most likely get pissed off at me because I don't know what the hell they're talking about since they mumble instructions at me. I don't want to work with a bunch of pervy old guys who think that they're the masters of the universe. I just flat out don't care. I was filling out a stupid resume' (yeah, they expect me to have a resume'...like I've actually accomplished anything in my short life) which only depressed me when I learned that I truly have no skills, have no desires, goals, nor do I have any accomplishments which would be an asset for the company. I've spent the past 11 years with my nose in music theory books; how I'm really supposed to have anything that an electronics store will need is beyond me...actually, the only thing that I have that they need are free Monday and Wednesday nights. Blah...so goes life in the world of income independency.

Posted by ladyx at January 21, 2001 02:04 AM


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