Thursday, 19 March 2009

Becca = Epic Failure

So it turns out that try as I might, I cannot get a job. I think the term is "an undesirable"..... even with a degree and moderate intelligence I am good for nothing. To be honest, at first it didn't bother me too much because I lived in constant hope but now, as the months of rejection tick by, the hope has faded and now I am slowly losing my grip on my sanity and my temper. I appear to be angry with everything and everyone because of this constant rejection. Someone may as well slap me in the face.... continually.

I'm tired of trawling the internet day after friggin' day.. looking at the same old sites until my eyes hurt and my head is pounding. I feel like just getting on a random train to anywhere and starting all over again. There is nothing like new rejection in a new town to make you feel alive :(

Tis tres gay.

1 comment:

Chinook said...

It's days like this that a high powered rifle and a comfy seat atop a high water tower looks like a reasonable option.

Failing that a sharp pencil in a crowded lift.

Failing that, a stern tutting as you leaf through the produce in a local retailer.