Let me count the fucking ways.
So I'm working two jobs at the moment, neither of which bring satisfaction in any way, shape, or form. I just want a regular nine to five Monday through Friday desk job. Is that too much to ask for? Ah, yes. And then there's craigslist. Yeah, fuck off, you don't even rate proper capitalization. Damn, you spend a good chunk of your life (that could have been spent on more useful things, like eating, sleeping, bothering people, etc.) trolling through the business section of this site and throw out 500 resumes, only to get 400 replies that say "Thank you for your interest, you are now on your way to making $3, 467,873 a day by doing surveys ONLINE!!!"
EAT SHIT AND DIE!!!
Damn it, I just want someone to have mercy on me and give me a normal job so I can start nursing school at night. And Strawberry Cheerios? They don't taste anything like strawberry. I am sorely disappointed. This brings me back to when I was 6 years old and I got a set of fake but sturdy golf clubs for my birthday. I immediately tore into them at which point my brother and I proceeded to beat each other with them. My dad took them away from us two seconds later. This caused me to cry, so he knelt down to my level, wiped my tears while smiling at me and said, "Honey, life is full of disappointment. You'd better get used to it."
You had to be right, didn't you dad?
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