People. how disgusting.
I was going to write a story here, but due to the fact that I can never come up with any good story lines and; that I am not actually very good at putting my shit together to come up with something respectable. I decided to write about what a pain in the arse it is to get a new job.
I hate my job. Well, the people there at least. All of them, they make me feel sick. I have had the last couple of days off, partly due to being pretty stressed and partly because I cannot stand the thought of spending another eight-hour day staring at their stupid faces. It really is that bad.
I have applied for three other jobs recently. Did not get to interview stage with a single one of them. One didn’t even bother sending out an application form, even though I have called and asked for one three times.
I’m not that great with people anyway. I have a general attitude that goes along the lines of ‘fuck off and die.’ But when it comes to interviews, I’m like a brain surgeon with Parkinson’s operating with a pipe wrench.
So what do I do?
It’s come to the stage now where I just don’t care anymore. Maybe I’ll just lie back and become a waste of space junky or something equally as pointless and unnecessary?
But knowing me I’ll just keep applying for jobs I don’t want for money I don’t need and just get on with it.
I hate my job. Well, the people there at least. All of them, they make me feel sick. I have had the last couple of days off, partly due to being pretty stressed and partly because I cannot stand the thought of spending another eight-hour day staring at their stupid faces. It really is that bad.
I have applied for three other jobs recently. Did not get to interview stage with a single one of them. One didn’t even bother sending out an application form, even though I have called and asked for one three times.
I’m not that great with people anyway. I have a general attitude that goes along the lines of ‘fuck off and die.’ But when it comes to interviews, I’m like a brain surgeon with Parkinson’s operating with a pipe wrench.
So what do I do?
It’s come to the stage now where I just don’t care anymore. Maybe I’ll just lie back and become a waste of space junky or something equally as pointless and unnecessary?
But knowing me I’ll just keep applying for jobs I don’t want for money I don’t need and just get on with it.
2 Comments:
You can come work for me
Diz
thanks, but as what?
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