so i thought i had a job for ten fifty an hour. and for no apparent reason, i called them today to find out what was going on, and they told me they decided to go with someone else. so after the panic adrenaline wore off six job applications later, i wanted to die. i feel fucking worthless.
just drown it in popcorn and fucking peanut butter.
tomorrow is saul williams, and that’s going to be good, regardless, or perhaps in spite of, everything with this job shit.
“Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.”—Henrik Ibsen