:: Thursday, December 09, 2004 ::

There's something supremely depressing about recieving a response to your employment application which reads:

Unfortunately we do not have an appropriate position available for you at this time.

Considering that the application was to a gigantic hotel, the wording of the response sounds like I am not worthy of scrubbing their toilets. No positions available... FOR YOU. Yeah, thanks.

... okay, so maybe I'm being a little sensitive. But couldn't they just write "we have no positions available..." period?

I am starting to remember why I chose to ride my loan in the first place. I hate asking for jobs. I hate being employed by someone. I hate answering to people. I hate having to constantly remind myself that I AM A WONDERFUL, INTELLIGENT GIRL AND EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE ME AND WANT TO HIRE ME BECAUSE I AM AMAZING.

Yes.

I am tired. So so tired. Tired because my insomnia is creeping back and the furnace men were here at 9:00am. Tired because I came home from my awful final exam to discover that they had left our shit everywhere and tracked dirt into our house and stained our rug. Tired because I hear that the only thing my grandfather had to say about my Christmas card was that it had a spelling mistake in it. You know, I'm tired in that way where just hearing that makes me wish I hadn't bothered.

But whine, whine, whine. Life goes on.

On another note: Please add #11 to my Christmas list: a date with Zach Braff. Also, please move it to #1 on the list. Well, if we're assigning numerical value, maybe move world peace to #1, and Zachy to #2.


~song~ Bob Dylan - Just like a Woman

:: Katy 6:22 p.m. [+] :: ::