"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Song of the [Job] Huntress

Ballad of the Unemployed. Lyrics for the Cashless. Etc.

Clearly, I'm in the middle of job hunting. It's the worst possible thing I've ever endured. I've filled out over fifty applications, gone on three interviews, and I'm absolutely nowhere near getting a job.

Ew. Just ew! I just need somebody to hire me. At this point, I barely care where I'll be working. I just need anything.

Today was the pretzel place interview [ughhhh]. Tuesday was a clothes store at the mall. Three weeks ago was a restaurant. Nothing.

My pocket continues to empty without any source of income. My car goes as long as possible without a new tank of gas and I don't buy anything that isn't essential to my survival.

Totally sucks.
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