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| I'm sick of people telling me I'm lazy. I'm sick of people telling me there are always jobs and I must not be trying hard enough. I'm sick of it all. |
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I have been unemployed for some time now. Every day I have scoured the help wanted ads in newspapers, on craigslist, and I've personally walked in to numerous stores and restaurants to ask if they're hiring and if I might drop off my resume. Every day, I'm told the same thing, "No, we're not currently hiring." or "We're no longer accepting applications." or my personal favourite, "We're hoping to hire someone with more experience."
Yes, because a great deal of experience is required to say "Hello, did you find everything okay?" ring up purchases, give them the total, take their money, give them change, and tell them to have a nice day.
And other people are no help at all. They just tell me that there are always jobs and I'm not trying hard enough. They tell me I must be doing something wrong, that my current unemployed stated must be something I want, otherwise I'd have a job by now.
Well aside from hooking, I don't see many offers on the table. And hooking, while technically a job, is not the type of employment I think would be suitable for a mother in a monogamous relationship. I just don't see that working out. Plus, it's illegal. But every time I see girls working their corner, I can't help but be jealous.
I'm not even picky about what job to take. I'll take anything. Housekeeper? Sure. Mcdonald's employee? Would you like fries with that? Customer service? Yes, sir. I'll get right on that.
But no, I must not want a job. I must love sitting here, wasting away while my roommate laughs and in a condescending voice tells me that this is somehow all my fault. She makes a big deal about how she has a job and she must be so much better than me. Yeah, she neglects to mention her parents pay for everything and she works 10 hours a week to cover her beer money. Oh, and she's quite the accomplished thief. She stole the fifty dollars I had to put minutes on my phone, and then asked me how I expected to get a job without a phone number. Of course she denies stealing the money. What she think I am? Fucking stupid? No one else is here.
Fuck it, I'm done.
Blowjobs anyone? Opening day sale! |
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