Eisley-Tree Tops
I'm tired of my family giving me "advice" on how to find a job, or why I haven't found one yet. "Oh well, just go to apply to a bunch of places." "Make sure you put your skills down on your resume." "Give your application to the manager, not just an associate." "Well, Joel Osteen said in this book that I'm reading that you just have to visualize yourself in a job. That's why you haven't found one yet." SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP. Seriously. I wish I was able to be anything but polite to my mother, or anything but too nice to my sister. I don't have a job because I don't have viable skills and also because I refuse to work at a rate that is not enough to pay my bills. I did that with my last job and it got me...overstressed with no time to find another job and absolutely no safety net for the day they finally reduce my hours to zero. I'm working on it and if Joel osteen can get me a job, then call him up and i'll work for him. Just...stop pissing me off by telling me if only I did what i'm obviously already doing, or if I "visualized" bullshit then it would just happen. If I were a magician then I would have a job already.
I got asked by 3 little girls if I was a boy or a gairl today. I guess that's what I get for having a faux hawk and wearing boy shorts today. I am wearing a fitted shirt, but maybe with this 'obesity epidemic' we have in America right now it has become more common (and also more accepted) to see a man with titties than a girl wearing long shorts. But I'm not resentful, it was an honest question.
Also, I have officially infiltrated the ring o' mothers on my cul-du-sac and have been accepted as a responsible adult, even if a few of the moms down the street feel the need to shield their children from me and throw in snarky remarks here and there. I have at least two mom's who shoot them nasty glances when they do it. progress.
I'm always making progress, but I never seem to get anywhere.
Sorry for the pity party.
I'm tired of my family giving me "advice" on how to find a job, or why I haven't found one yet. "Oh well, just go to apply to a bunch of places." "Make sure you put your skills down on your resume." "Give your application to the manager, not just an associate." "Well, Joel Osteen said in this book that I'm reading that you just have to visualize yourself in a job. That's why you haven't found one yet." SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP. Seriously. I wish I was able to be anything but polite to my mother, or anything but too nice to my sister. I don't have a job because I don't have viable skills and also because I refuse to work at a rate that is not enough to pay my bills. I did that with my last job and it got me...overstressed with no time to find another job and absolutely no safety net for the day they finally reduce my hours to zero. I'm working on it and if Joel osteen can get me a job, then call him up and i'll work for him. Just...stop pissing me off by telling me if only I did what i'm obviously already doing, or if I "visualized" bullshit then it would just happen. If I were a magician then I would have a job already.
I got asked by 3 little girls if I was a boy or a gairl today. I guess that's what I get for having a faux hawk and wearing boy shorts today. I am wearing a fitted shirt, but maybe with this 'obesity epidemic' we have in America right now it has become more common (and also more accepted) to see a man with titties than a girl wearing long shorts. But I'm not resentful, it was an honest question.
Also, I have officially infiltrated the ring o' mothers on my cul-du-sac and have been accepted as a responsible adult, even if a few of the moms down the street feel the need to shield their children from me and throw in snarky remarks here and there. I have at least two mom's who shoot them nasty glances when they do it. progress.
I'm always making progress, but I never seem to get anywhere.
Sorry for the pity party.
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and i LOVELOVELOVE boys shorts!