Looks like someone has a case of the MONDAYS. Or perhaps I have a case of the EVERY DAYS. I don't really know where this blog post is headed, but it's not in a perfume-y, makeup-y, or otherwise fun direction.
Today was supposed to be the day I heard about whether or not I got the job I interviewed for on Thursday. My phone has yet to ring. It's not that I'm sad about it. There are a lot of people in this town that don't have jobs, and I am sure the company found someone who was more qualified than me. I'm just in a bad mood about the whole ordeal because now I have to swallow my pride and keep going. Keep applying, keep interviewing, keep dealing with all the bullshit until I finally get hired somewhere... At which point I can permanently deal with *that* bullshit on a regular basis. I'm just so frustrated with life right now. I'm tired of being poor, I'm tired of worrying, I'm tired of competing against the entire fucking overpopulated world for jobs I never even wanted. I often wonder why the hell I even got a degree, because it's pretty fucking useless and has been ever since I received it. But that's a whole 'nother ball of wax.
I'm getting to the point where I need a new job just for my sanity. Waking up in the morning is becoming a battle in and of itself. The negative feelings I have for my job and most of the people within it are beginning to consume me. It's happened with some of my jobs in the past, and I've always decided to find new jobs. I know a job is a JOB, but it just seems like so many of them are full to the brim with terrible people that seem to be put on this planet to make others' lives as miserable as possible. I just want a normal job with normal coworkers and bosses that aren't Satan himself. Just a regular job with enough hours to keep a roof over my head and enough extra money so I don't have to worry every day of my freaking life. Maybe that's way too much to ask. I don't know.
I'm not sure what else there is to say. Thanks for reading, and I apologize for such a cynical post.