Tuesday, February 19, 2008, 6:55 PM
My ritual of looking through the classifieds for the secret to a new and
better life -with money- depresses me. There's nothing out there and it reinforces that I'm very lucky to even have something.
Its like I look through the ads to see if there is maybe a part time somewhere out there, or any other jobs that do not sound so awful, but all do! I have to pretend to like the idea of a fast-paced environment, and be a team player..??
Why can't someone just overpay me to work with loose timeframes and a strong happy hour ethic and be done with it??
(Shrieking and literally pulling hair outta roots - waxing. Duh.)
Isthattoomuchtooask??Well,maybeitis!!
Looking in the mirror, I feel grubby, plain and weary. But let's just try..
*Re-enactment*
..MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL..
SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP!
I am paranoid, and weird. Sick!
Labels: PARANOIA