Well, I had a lead on a job that would've been perfect for now. Five minutes from the pizza job, 40 hours/wk, $10/hr. The only problem is you have to be willing to move to New Mexico in January or February to be considered. Huh? Why don't you just wait until you move your damned company and then hire down there? Idiot. It's not like he's even going to pay to relocate you. He seemed like a scatter brain and when I told him I had studied web and graphic design he was like, "I do web design, too. I did our site." Well, I saw your site. It sucks. Yet he has somehow managed to get himself into a half-million dollar home. What the hell am I doing wrong?
Starting to panic now. I was bawling after I got off the phone with him. I hate trying to find a job. Especially when I don't really want one. I want to start my business, but that takes start-up capital and I don't have any. Unfortunately, the bills are still going to come, so I have to find something.
I don't want to be here today. Deep depression is setting in--not good. I'm getting that feeling I get every five years or so where I just want to hide from everyone and everything. I end up turning into a total hermit.
Stupid art director makes me listen to his crap music every day. When I put on something I want to listen to ('80s), he puts his iPod nano on. Can't even hear when people are talking to him. Oh, well...one week and all this won't matter anymore.
Well, since I'm refusing to do any work today, back to the job hunt.
Starting to panic now. I was bawling after I got off the phone with him. I hate trying to find a job. Especially when I don't really want one. I want to start my business, but that takes start-up capital and I don't have any. Unfortunately, the bills are still going to come, so I have to find something.
I don't want to be here today. Deep depression is setting in--not good. I'm getting that feeling I get every five years or so where I just want to hide from everyone and everything. I end up turning into a total hermit.
Stupid art director makes me listen to his crap music every day. When I put on something I want to listen to ('80s), he puts his iPod nano on. Can't even hear when people are talking to him. Oh, well...one week and all this won't matter anymore.
Well, since I'm refusing to do any work today, back to the job hunt.
Name: LaDonna
