It's my Birthday!

Now gimme a fucking job! *growl* I guess i'll just have to settle for BBQ and Beer for now.

That is all.

Plan B

I'm not sure exactly what plan B entails, but I know it means finding another job as quickly as possible. I don't have the luxury of waiting around for something to find me.

So what have I been doing in the mean time? Sweating...seriously sweating until I find something else that will pay me what I think I'm worth and not make me an irritable dick. I can't even enjoy this time away from not having the obligation of work.

All I have to show for this previous job opportunity is my Passport. It does me no good at this point, unless I suddenly find myself winning the Lottery. In that case, the friends I know in foreign countries had best prepare themselves for my nearly unannounced visit. Although, I think that you'd know it by my elated diatribe (heh, that's my new word lately) telling all that I don't ever have to work again.

All I got was a T-Shirt...

I guess saying that all I got from the job opportunity was incorrect. It did confirm my belief that I need to go back to College for some sort of degree. As humbling as this is, that at least settles the issue of me debating on returning to finish my education.

The feedback I received from the interview was bittersweet, and they didn't really tell me which part of the test I failed. It's nice that they commented on my agreeable personality and my enthusiasm, but that's about all that's nice about it.

I'm mostly frustrated with myself and how much I need to improve on all those subjects I said 'would never help me outside of High School'. Funny how we think we know everything as a kid and were too ignorant to even recognize our own ignorance. It reminds me of a phrase Grif and I used to say all the time when we witnessed ignorance; 'Do the stupid really know they're stupid'? No, they really don't.

To remedy this feeling of dissatisfaction of my own lack of education, I have resorted to listening to everything from the Pixies, to Weezer, to Beck, and KMFDM. Good music, good distraction, good lord, I need a fucking job.

The end.