Tid bit from January. What a terrible month…
It’s been a good bit since I’ve taken the time to write anything about myself. In fact, I find myself hesitant to even start writing…
(Five minutes later)
I had a job interview not too long ago. I drove nearly an hour to get there, in the dark, during rush hour traffic, and it only lasted 18 minutes. That’s right: eighteen bleeding minutes. I barely slept the night before, and for what? Nothing. That’s right, I drove out for an eighteen minute interview, regarding a position that I’ll most likely not be asked to fill.
That really pisses me off. I took the time to drive out, look my best in clothing that wasn’t mine, and for what? To say hello, and answer random questions in the midst of a note taking stranger? Jesus H. Christ, I thought there would be more, perhaps even some sort of aptitude test, or even an immediate answer as to whether or not I’m hired.
This was hardly the case.
It seems that we are haunted by our pasts even more so than I originally anticipated whilst attending college.
Now I’m stuck fucking around with the same job I have + one failed attempt to fly…
